I’ve always loved getting mail. The real kind of mail, that’s handwritten, and shows up in the mailbox. And while it only comes a couple times a year (usually on my birthday in the form of cards), I still love the feeling of slicing the envelope open with a butter knife, and unfolding the paper inside.

I’ve been doing some handwritten letter-writing lately, and I think it makes me feel just as good to know that the letters make it to their destination, and that they bring a bit of happiness to the people who read them, as it does to get a letter in the post myself.

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