Postcard text: On the move, as you can see ! In one of the letters I found from my book guy, he talked about the desert flowers here, so thought I’d see them for myself. Is that cheesy? I’m cheesy. I’m also awfully sneezy - the flowers are gorgeous, and murder on my allergies. Grabbed a bunch of seeds anyway - something he always did. Couldn’t tell you why, since he never seemed to get around to planting them. Something about potential, I think.? I’ve been thinking a lot about that - potential. The potential of this book, this trip, what comes after all this. Wasted potential, too - I asked my first crush out with a note, but I panicked and stole it back before she could answer. Wouldn’t do that now, after everything. Not sure where’s next - I’ll write when I get there though! To potential - Hank