The mall downtown sent me a rather clever postcard yesterday.
The photo is of a purse on a pink background. It is a lovely purse. Just the kind I'd love to own.
The message reads:
I hope you remember me.
I'm the handbag that held your gaze when you passed by, not long ago, on the Lane. In those brief seconds I could see our life together like we'd already lived it. Long strolls in the city -- weekends in the country -- always holding each other close.
I'm still here -- waiting for your return. I hope we meet again. Who knows what wonderful things lay in store for us.
Until then, I'll remain an empty vessel, alone and unfulfilled.
With love and anticipation,
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