yours,

I used to write long, very long letters, page after page after page, blue ink, calligraphy nib, until my fingers were stained and cramped, and still I wrote more, thick sheafs, ragged ruffled edges torn from a spiral notebook, folded and pressed, compressed into an envelope that sometimes demanded an extra stamp. I would, if I could, write letters like that now.

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