Postcard

I see from your note you have arrived in
the land of perpetual disappointment

No matter how green and rolling
the curves of these hills

How warm and fine the earth
as you run your palms along it

You are already convinced 
there is nothing to enchant you

As much as I have loved you
I cannot wish you were here

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