Postcards

Hello. Here is a postcard from me to you:

 

Have you ever sent a postcard to someone? Have you ever received one? Where was it from? Where did it go? There are still many postcards out there to be found, sent, and received. Stay positive and keep exploring.

Below are some postcards that I have purchased, sent, or received. Have a great day!

















 


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