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All cards are individually packaged with a plain white envelope and sealed for protection.
Greeting card – A New Day Begins
$7.95
Blank greeting card featuring imagery and text from the book The Dying Alchemists.
Front: Watercolour painting by artist Tina Wilson
Back: An excerpt from the poem A New Day Begins by author Nicholas Bennett
‘what wakes, breaks from the night, takes shape behind closed lids, before beginning what comes, habit awakened memory, together at dawn. Familiar reality.’
20 in stock (can be backordered)
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