There is something,
at times,
meditative about it.
Flowing.
Easy.
Letters joined;
words running from one to another,
effortlessly.
A fine hand can be an art.
At the very least,
it is a personality.
I can pick up something
and immediately
identify the writer
by the handwriting.
That is something that is going to be lost.
And what a sad loss that will be.
All we will have is the printed word;
harsh, blocky letters.
Press PRINT.
Impersonal.
Not the paper ...
the choice of which itself is signature;
paper where someone's hand
has run over it,
line after line,
letter by letter,
putting their essence and spirit
on to that page
through
the pen.
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