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Lisa stepped onto the veranda. The sea air was invigorating. She heard the doors close behind her and sat on one of the nearby wrought iron benches. She opened the diary. The first page was a copy of Mirabelle’s handwriting.
–The Unicorn Tree ©2012 Cynthia Collins*
What is it about the flowing elegance of cursive writing that intrigues us? What does the artistry of those seemingly effortless, yet carefully formed, letters say about the person who wrote them? Does the style of one’s handwr...
Published on September 28, 2012 20:10