sending postcards from Carbeth

sending postcards home is                      
thinking of those I                     
knew and                         
greeting them in head and                          
heart, in saying hello                          
and hoping that                          
somewhere in a memory                          
is a young blonde girl                          
who smiles and                          
holds a hand, who                       
was happy                       
with a person                       
for a while                       
and who                      
sits here now,             
with a pint           
and thinks of them                             
in greeting              
stretching time to                   
make the ends             
both meet and           
somehow join

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