The crazy pull to write comes even stronger when I receive a letter in the post. I have no expectations that others will write me back but when it happens, I can't stop smiling. I received a ten page letter this week from my 84 year old aunt and I must have read it three or four times. Her handwriting, her words, her thoughts, I love. I know this love. It is like standing in front of my favorite Van Gogh painting and never wanting to turn away from it to leave because I love its form, its colour, its stroke. I want to remember it.
And I wonder how much letter writing really is an art.
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And I wonder how much letter writing really is an art.
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