Love Letters

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!

Published by miasotowrites

Wannabe Writer Tired Mother Aspiring Slacker

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