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Using aged paper, that you made yourself. Tinting it with tea and burning the edges.

Using only the best fountain pens and cursive lettering.

Wax seals!

Including pressed flowers, poems and small items to remind the person of you.

Spraying the letter with your usual aftershave/perfume.

~Photos not mine. All rights go to respective owners~

Led through the mist, by the milk-light of moon, all that was lost, is revealed. Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring, but where have we come, and where shall we end? If dreams can’t come true, then why not pretend? How the gentle wind, beckons through the leaves, as autumn colors fall. 

Somewhere lost in the clouded annals of history, lies a place that few have seen. A mysterious place, called The Unknown.