Here's a picture of the fabric postcard I made for my husband. I actually mailed it to him and it came yesterday, in very good shape. That's the first time I've mailed any of these things. He liked it.
Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.