The photo on the post card is all too familiar that it is hardly recognized. The title on top is bold in print: 'Liberty'.
And the photo persona speaks:
Hi and greetings foreigner,
I have a place, position and possession as the Liberty.
I am feminine as gender recreated and I model the pattern of my creator's conception as "Liberty".
Dear foreigner, I have been fortune-epitomized by loving citizens who gaze at me for long as a symbolism of Liberty alone.
Dear foreigner, I keep wondering the why's of the seven horns on my head-the why's of them as symbols, perpetuating the why of prominence as symbolization. I sometimes feel, I would like to have a body of flesh and blood, with the sweet smell of the earth; I sometimes long to be a human, a natural one who can smell the scent of flowers, who can lick the raw elixir of wild honey, who can even feed on locusts while walking through the desert. I sometimes wish that the things I am made of don't hurt me much, especially those loudly displayed horns of symbolism. I sometimes wish I am more human as day to day living.
Dear Foreigner, like an Ecclesiastican, I wonder why I am so much personified. 'Human I am: all too Human', walking away now as footsteps of a Woman, walking away as sure footsteps, walking through earth of seasons, holding a rose of blood in my hands, exuding the scent flowers, tasting the delicious aroma of wild honey, walking slowly and steadily.