It’s a little after 9pm on what I believe is Friday night. I have the window open to help keep the breeze flowing since it was almost 80 degrees today. I was thinking about earlier today that I should take up hand writing letters again and sending it to friends and loved ones. Then it prompted me to think about the way people used to communicate years ago via the Pony Express with the optional quill feather pen with a small bottle of ink. Clearly this quarantine is causing me to think deeply and abstractly.
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