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I was studying design, minding my own buisness, when one day, a giant whirlwind picked me up from my life in Brooklyn, New York and landed me on the west coast of Ireland. It was a strange place, this "Ireland", with plenty of rain and rainbows, miles of rock walls, and...sheep. Lots and lots of sheep. I wondered how anyone could survive in this gray, rainy world.

Some of the locals saw my rough landing and took me in. They showed me how long walks in the rocky countryside strengthen the spirt (and the bum!), how there's no choice but to laugh when you're dancing, and taught me about the warming, healing properties of whiskey! It's still strange to me, but I'm getting more accostomed to wearing sweaters in August, and I think I'm going to like it here.

Nothing brightens up a cold Irish day more than a hug from my husband, a nice slice of chocolate, and a letter in the post. Any letters and postcards are fine, but I love to get "postcards" written on the backs of photos people have taken themselves. Of anything. Anywhere. I love to see the world through other people's eyes...to see the little (and big) things I might have overlooked. I also enjoy funny/witty/amusing postcards. Above all, I'd like to hear a little about the person writing it. Let me in on the mystery.