My 10/26/25 postcard is a rose in its final act, its last two petals faded and curling, colors softening. What remains is a quiet testament to the passage of time. The bloom’s decay reveals its structure, turning loss into form. It’s not about what’s gone, but what endures in the leaving.

Chuck Arning

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