In the old days, knowledge would have traveled slow, safely stored in precious books and in minds of rugged looking wanderers.
My letters would reach you much faster, but you would still have to wait for a new moon to hear how I loved the air when it was full.
These days, words rule, we inhale and exhale information.
Words rule, but words don’t matter.
We left no space for love letters.
Spirit of Tara 