I thought I'd take the time to sit down and write you a letter. Afterall my address has changed, and what better excuse to write to inform you via snail mail. You will find the address on the envelope of course. So this new flat makes it my.......21st move in my somewhat young lifetime? Hmmm. Do you think moving so many times could make a person flexible and a non-materialist or perhaps the bordering vagrant lifestyle makes a person disconnected from the earth, never satisfied, always searching.....? I see both within myself. So please do not trouble your notebook to answer that one.
I must say it feels nice to grasp a beloved pen, "Le Pen," and write to you instead of typing on the mundane and the deliberately designed-to-tap-softly keyboard of a laptop. It has been so long. And it will be so exciting to pick out a stamp for your envelope. Perhaps I am getting carried away.....but don't you think the stamp is the finishing touch? A final image to close the message?
What do you fill your days with? Books as usual or have you actually ventured outside? I walked to the park this morning so I get a star! There was a peculiar dog in the park; he was sitting on a park bench mistaking himself for a human perhaps. But he looked quite regal sitting there, head held high. He was one of those English setters, with the freckles on the nose? I saw him and I suddenly realized I have lost all of my freckles. No sun in this English rain. It's going to get old. But at least the air is cleaner than where you are Mister. Perhaps that is why you don't leave your little man cave? You should anyway. It'll inspire more reading and perhaps a letter or two to me. In fact, do it for my sake. I don't want to read your reply that talks about the dust piling up in the less-traipsed corners of your apartment. Gross.
Anyhow, I love you. And I am thinking of you. If you're good, and write me back I'll enclose something special next time.
Love,
A
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