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Originally Posted by Thinlómien
I dreamt that alatar, ably assisted by Folwren, sent me a rather belated birthday letter. It was in a green envelope and something like one cm thick (one cm = a bit less than half an inch for you ignorant Americans  ) |
Belated, I can believe, as I lack a calender and am genetically predisposed to not know what day it is.
Ignorance of the metric system, such as relating cm to inches, ("It'll never catch on...tis only a fad."), that too may be true. But *
writing* a letter...now that surely is the stuff of dreams, not that I cannot 'write,' but that my handwriting is not so much 'atrocious' but more 'very specific to the writer's needs.'