03 August 2010

Sixty-third Day

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity. 
      Walt Whitman
Perhaps it's the 19th century part of me or just my love of old traditions that keeps me writing letters.  Letters also remind me of camp. Today I received two letters from dear camp friends (and a lovely handmade friendship bracelet from my co). It made me want to sing the mail song... 
I'll spare you all.

3 comments:

  1. Yes, Walt Whitman! It's not Emerson, but it's a start. I brought Leaves of Grass back with me last night...I just didn't feel complete without it.

    P.S. Why don't you write me a letter?

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  2. My box number changed -- it's 1407 now.

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