Sadly, e-mail has triggered the decline of the handwritten note; I have seen its near-disappearance in my lifetime. I do not mourn the death of the printed letter in a snobby, East Coast, patrician way—“Where have our manners gone?”—but because I love objects, I love paper, and I love something that I can hold to my chest for a moment. Still, I bear no grudge against the e-mail form itself. There is room within it for full sentences and complete thoughts. The breaks between paragraphs offer white space—a moment of clarity, a pause to breathe. Tell me how you feel and I’ll listen. One might even put a “Dear” at the beginning and a “Love” at the end.
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