I respect your precision, Sir Booque, even as I thumb my nose at your intensity of focus. I knew you were going to call out the reference to postcards. But I left it there, glowing in the moonlight like a radioactive mackerel, because it was so much semantically superior to the more precise "letters". The word "postcards" carries overtones of the time-honored post, and resonates with the other meanings of "post", including horsemanship, and at the same time reflects on the flimsiness of dreams such as those invoked to assert the reality of the Pony, a house of cards both economically and in terms of modern fancies. For all these reasons, I left it in, and for one reason only, you called it out. And I knew you would do so. But for all these reasons, I left it in.

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