It may sound a bit scary, but I can’t remember the last time I actually wrote a real letter to another person.
In composing a little timeline in my head, I’m pretty sure “last handwritten letter to a real person” is well before “last typed letter to a real person”. I started typing letters a long time ago (before the electronic mail!) because, well, yeah. But just thinking about the last time I wrote somebody actually makes my head hurt. I can’t remember it.
I brought this up because yesterday I was at a stationery store and was in awe of all the gorgeous paper that was available. It made me yearn for the days of handwritten letters using flowing ink pens, seals, and stamps. Email may be faster, but something – the craft – has been lost.
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