The lost art of letter writing and the slow build of epic, soul changing love.
The moon slips into the mountains like a lost penny and the fields are black and pungent and I want you near so that I could touch you in the autumn stillness even a little bit like the last echo of summer.
A letter from Zelda to F. Scott Fitzgerald Autumn 1930
This post was inspired by this tweet:
Some remakes nail it. See you tomorrow!