I envy the days I could feel like crying, and cry
Last weekend, I bought my first fountain pen, and I’ve been having fun with it. The bleed of the ink adds to the handmade, time capsule-quality I’ve always appreciated in writing and reading longhand. I wrote today’s poem in this manner, and so in that way I’d like to share it. You’ll find the words with some slight additions and greater legibility type…
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