I write longhand.
Journal, pencil, print.
Letters melding together in a harmony on the page.
Graphite scratching the paper, pencil sharpening every 5 minutes.
Lined paper, perfect for doodles and random thoughts.
Neat and pretty.
No flowery handwriting, just the necessities.
Thoughts flowing onto the page like water.
Brain humming faster than the pencil can write.
Mistakes fixed later.
Spelling near perfect.
The sound of pencils on paper filling the room.
Clickety clack of keyboards around me.
But I'm perfectly happy with my hands on my pencil and my pencil on the page.
Posted in response to the challenge Notebook.
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