Letters, wax seals and pressed flowers.
I want to send them to friends who live half an hour away, to strangers from across the sea.
Choosing the flowers to carefully glue on the textured paper, remembering the exact moment I picked them.
Trying my best to make my messy handwriting look neat on the textured paper.
Slowly watching the wax melt as I prepare to finally seal the envelope where a part of me shall meet you after its journey with thousand others letters, but none as delicate as mine.




















