Never have I imagined myself eulogizing a postcard, but I was preparing to eulogize this very postcard because I thought I lost it. For starters, it wasn't mailed... it was put on my desk at work in an envelope. So, not great. But I was appreciative of the postcard and said so to Gabe. Then it went missing! Enter the guilt. In drafting this eulogy, I would draw upon my brief memory of the postcard - and tell of its contents with cinematic detail:
We open with our protagonist, Gabriel, a geospatial spatial professor and conservationist adventurer, perched high on the steps of an ancient, vine-covered edifice ensconced in the lush backdrop of Mexico's tropical rainforest. The professor blinks against the blinding rays of an epic sunset while he composes a postcard set atop his leather-bound travel journal. He writes of regret for a missed connection in the ruins of Chiapas and laments the brevity of this journey to the jungle. With this imminent departure, he thinks that should he miss his departure - if only there were more time. The professor looks up from his thoughts at a sky ablaze with the last breath of the sinking sun. His eyes swell with emotion. And... scene.
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