letters of note

I used to write letters, inspired by a friend who liked to write too.  I knew the exact sort of pen I liked to write letters with.  I remember the aching and crimped fingers at the end of a long one, and the lazier calligraphy that would accompany that tiredness.

Now she doesn’t, and I haven’t for a long time.

Recently I came across a blog called “Letters of Note”, after coming across this post about a letter that a kamikaze pilot wrote to his children

I read that letter, and I see a father’s love, and a conviction that, if passed on to his children, would not bode well for peace. 

Author: lichone

Ethics by Enid Blyton; physique by deep-fried things. I think we all have an instinct to tell stories and to build things and relationships,

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