Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening to compose their thoughts, maybe the next evening as well. When they mailed the letter, they wrote a name, a street, a city, a country and they melted wax and sealed the envelope with a signet ring.Sarah had never known a world like that. Speed now trumped the quality of words. A fast send was more important.
by Mitch Albom
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In a time long past, lovers expressed their deepest feelings through carefully crafted letters, taking hours or even days to articulate their emotions on parchment by candlelight. This process involved thoughtful consideration of each word, culminating in an elegantly sealed envelope, complete with wax and a signet ring, ensuring that their sentiments, once shared, were permanent. The communication was intimate and reflective, crafted with love and patience, embodying the essence of their connection.

In stark contrast, Sarah lives in an era dominated by rapid communication, where speed overshadows the depth of expression. The immediacy of sending a message is prioritized over the quality of the words themselves. This shift reflects broader societal changes, where the beauty of handwritten correspondence has been replaced by quick, disposable interactions, leading to a loss of the profound intimacy once associated with love letters.

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