Well, one of the things that I really enjoy when I get home is putting my feet up, sipping a cup of tea or a nice glass of wine and reading my letters. So often, however, I mostly get bills, catalogs and my letters are in the form of emails and voice messages. So imagine my surprise when I found a letter, an honest to God, hand written letter in an envelop with a stamp and everything.
See, there is nothing like opening a letter. It is a so special and so precious that I got up from my chair and fetched my letter opener, the one that looks like a miniature version of Excalibur, sunk into an acrylic stone sitting on my desk. I get it and sit back down, shifting my hips a little on the cushion of my old shabby chair and put my feet back up on my ottoman and settled in to read my letter.
My letter was written on a heavy bond, not quite card stock, linen paper. The ink was black and made not with a ball point pen but with a fountain pen. The hand was neat and relaxed but had a sort of elegance. The stationery was embossed with a black "C" in heavy calligraphy script. I was so excited about it, I nearly squealed with excitement...a letter. Someone took the time to hand write me a letter. (I know, you are thinking, easy Aslinn, you are about to make a puddle)
Because I want to share this letter with you, I scanned it and include it here:
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