Three Hundred Twelve

My penmanship is not up to the task of handwritten letters; I’ve long since lost the ability—if I ever had it—to write notes pleasing to the eye. But I continue to hone my capacity to express my thoughts through my fingers. A note or letter I type carries with it thoughts equal to any I would place on a page with a pencil.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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