how i long for a hand written letter...
About Me
- onesilentwinter
- i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..
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This morning I was reading an epilogue on Jane Austin's Pride & prejudice and it was stating the importance of letters in ones life. I guess we all rely on the net now for instant communication, we somehow lost that beautiful feeling of anticipation for the arrival of the mail (Maybe. just maybe someone sent me a letter today. The beauty of recognizing the hand writing )
Love you sweet heart
mom
Me too.
Love your photo of that sweet mailbox.
I love how your photos look completely different on this site... love the greys nd slates... beautiful
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