Picture Post
Margaret Chapman

Dear grandma.

We point with pride to birds at dawn. This is a scene. There is an echo every deer hunter would love to bag. Unable to remember ships, wooden men and wooden women, we saw a beautiful buck deer. From Michigan to Michigan. Lincoln in front of his log cabin. Dear Grandma we hope. Like Mr. Lincoln. Like this one, a postcard -- a deer crossing the road though the woods at midday or just after. We hope, with this card, that you are well. We hope you love. Here is a postcard, an echo from Michigan to Michigan, hoping, loving. The windows are open. Love is flying, migrating to you, Mary Werner of Leroy Michigan. This is the scene we saw. Deer calling through an open window. An echo of ships. Love, like mid-day birds

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