Postcard with collaged text and black ink illustration of children

the sacredness of solitude

Postcard verso:

Dearest Emily,

You are the reason I became a poet. I too,
have Ménière’s disease and migraines, and can’t stand
patterns…hence, I get the white dress. I too, treasure
the sacredness of solitude. I’ve memorized poems;
the first “I HAD A GUINEA GOLDEN.”

I want say, you can love a woman openly
w/ your words and body.

I wish I could be there for the celebration;
I’ll make to Amherst soon.
Perhaps this spring. We can write
by candlelight and you can teach me
to bake ginger cake.

Happiest of Birthdays!
With Love,
Ava C. Cipri

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