Dear Mr T,
I am writing this postcard to you from the Packhorse hut up in the port hills.
I have been here since yesterday afternoon with my family. So far the weather has been very windy and cold. The best thing is I brought my kite up here and it is a very good day to fly my kite. On the other hand, I've got very chilly fingers and I hope they don't go numb writing this letter.
I hope you are having a fantastic holiday too.
Best wishes,
John.
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