Yearning for those tactile days when touch and smell were as much a part of the creative process as thought and imagination. When one’s emerging ideas were something you could not only read aloud and hear, but something you could feel between your fingertips. Perceptible by more senses, it feels more real, existing and breathing as a living thing in the physical world, not held captive by digital paraphernalia and elusive clouds. More human, yet somehow at the same time, more divine.

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Now, who wants a letter?