From the heart, We write - Our hopes, Our dreams, Our most tender of longings. Ink spilled like time Onto waiting pages. Each word, A fragment of self - Every line, A thread in the tapestry of desire. This is how We make ourselves known - Not just to the world, But to ourselves.
I enjoy writing and sending picture-postcards from time to time – just a thought, a little sketch – and then I visit weeks later and it’s still there, tucked behind something on the mantelpiece. 🙂
Seems like letter writing—at least, hand-written letter-writing is slowly disappearing. Many schools no longer teach cursive writing and keyboards have become universal.
I have an album full of letters that were written in 19th Century France, all folded in a manner similar to Jane’s—the script is beautiful, sometimes glorious—even when the content is an invoice of some type.
Love it!
Thanks 🌸
Long live Snail Mail. I intend to keep sending letters to my dear friends across the miles.
Glad to hear it! 🌸
This is one of the most beautiful things to me, and something I intend to do more often than I already do. So, thank you! <3
Love this!! Thank you for the reminder that letter writing is such a beautiful form of communication and thank you for the inspiration!
I enjoy writing and sending picture-postcards from time to time – just a thought, a little sketch – and then I visit weeks later and it’s still there, tucked behind something on the mantelpiece. 🙂
Seems like letter writing—at least, hand-written letter-writing is slowly disappearing. Many schools no longer teach cursive writing and keyboards have become universal.
I have an album full of letters that were written in 19th Century France, all folded in a manner similar to Jane’s—the script is beautiful, sometimes glorious—even when the content is an invoice of some type.
I’m envious.
Only one has wax seals (5)!
Yes, organized in an X pattern across the rear flap..
Five? 5? Wax seals. That is amazing.
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