Go Tell Her Go Tell Her

Dear PJ,
me and a friend were talking over lunch the other week, about that summer we spent in Kent back in 1991, when suddenly I remembered all the postcards and letters you kept sending from around the world for all that time and I panicked. What if they did not survive 20+ years of being repeatedly packed and hauled and forgotten. The next weekend I searched for them but to no avail, they were gone, it could not be helped. Then they were at the very bottom of the third drawer, all bundled together, in an ugly, yellowing plastic envelope. I just wanted you to know that I still have all of them, and I still love the oil painting card to bits.