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Do you ever want to write a letter. Not to anyone in particular. To a random address, a random person, just to see what would happen. Would they read it? Would they reply? Who knows. 

People don't write letters anymore, everything is so easy with social media. I understand, why wait for a long time for a reply when you can receive one instantly? You can talk to someone on the other side of the world freely with zero issues, well apart from the occasional dip in Internet signal. 

I remember being young and always wanting post from the postman, I never had anyone to send me a letter or a postcard but when a school friend would go on holiday and send me something in the post I loved it. It seemed so exciting. Now the only post I get is bills, and they are never exciting. 

Can you imagine writing to a complete stranger? Ha isn't that what I'm doing right now? But in all seriousness, when a stranger gives us a compliment, a random smile as you walk past or a tiny conversation while waiting for a bus, those little moments can really make your day, those moments for some are the only little moments they get all day. Just imagine how a random little letter could make them feel. Hopefully not utterly creeped out!! 

I'd love to write that random letter to that random person at that random place one day...maybe. 

Love,
Beth xx

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