When the letter arrived I held it for a while unable to open it.
I knew that once I read it, my heart would be forever trapped.
A prisioner held behind bars made of letters and words scribbled fast, in secret.
I knew my heart would forever roam inside this cream colored bit of paper... my eternal prison.
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I sometimes wish for the return of the days when writing letters was something that one did almost on a daily basis. The beautiful caligraphy script here and the quill pen are wonderful.
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Have a lovely weekend. Jeanne x
One of my great loves is paper... and all things hand-made. Lovely post Alina~ xxVicki
ReplyDeleteNo matter how technology changes us in years to come, I hope there will always be letters written by hand. Heart-felt words, Alina. Love and bright wishes to you. xx
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