The other day I received a letter from a new pen friend. Someone who found me during February, the month of correspondence. It was lovely. They lived in a town where I have never visited. Now it is known to the map within my mind.
That same week, an online friend asked whether they could write to me, for they felt one day we would get to meet. I had the same feeling. We are both every excited about pens and paper and sheeny inks. I very much look forward to that letter.
Many pen friends of mine have used a fountain pen for so long. And yet we still have so much more to learn.
It is why we are here.