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Monthly Archives: March 2014
I Used To Look At Guitars — Another Instrument With Soul
Posted in Equipage, Fountain Pens, Journal
Tagged deformation, fountain pen, Parker 45
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I’ll call for pen and ink, and write my mind
Originally posted on Idle Expatter:
Years ago, while working in politics, the personal power of handwritten correspondence was impressed upon me. Like most people my age, I had never really bothered with writing by hand – not when I could…
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