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The Art of Text
  No one writes things by hand anymore-
  with email
  and texting
  IMing...
  We've lost the art cursive.
  Of writing neatly in large loopy letters.
  We've lost the art of language.
  preferring to keep our texts and emails as short as possible.
  Our tweets must be less than 140 characters.
  Our status updates can't be too long.
  If they are no one will bother to read them.
  I remember practicing my signature when I was little.
  I had just learnt the characters in my name
  and slowly formed the large loopy letters
  countless times
  on blanks sheets of paper.
  My little sister
  will never know the pleasure
  of filling a pure white paper
  with her name.
  Because she doesn't write by hand.
  She prefers the bendable plastic keys of a computer
  or the hard glass of her touch screen phone
  to the supple wood of a pencil
  or the smooth ink of a pen.
  She will never know the thrill
  of finding a torn of piece of paper
  on her desk
  penned by a secret admirer.
  Every word written with love
  and trepidation.
  She will never know the thrill of writing back.
  She will only know the shrill sound of her computer pinging
  as it alerts her of a new email
  and the sharp vibrations of her phone
  as she receives a text.
  She will never write a valentine by hand.
  She will never fill out invitations.
  Just send an e-card instead.
  What a pity
  that the only words she will ever form
  with  the large loopy scrawl of cursive
  will be her name
  at the bottom of a check
  or receipt.
  But even those are done on computers now.

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