12/10/1873

Madame,

Water sliding beneath the pigeons’ feet like an overeager butler, you say? Though, wait, you didn’t say it, I did. Sorry. Uh oh. Only so much space left on the postca —

Sincerely,
George Arkland.

Postscript. Come to think of it, I could have just use the space where I write my name for —

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