Lost & found printed media in Grand Forks

Lost: My stack of travel postcards

On Friday at 6:45 PM, I realized my small bundle of travel postcards had vanished somewhere between the doors to the Columbia Mall and the food court. I’d spent the afternoon sorting through them, admiring a few shots from the Red River trail and the UND campus photo tucked in my folder. The postcards are blank-backed with thin, slightly creased edges and a pale blue stamp in the corner. Losing them feels like losing a memory I’d hoped to send to my sister back home. I keep replaying the moment I set them down and stepped into the crowd, hoping someone picked them up.