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Mo 07.10.2024 12:31

Apt for the season.

My thumb is a bit sore and thus my hand is a bit unstable holding the pen and this isn't as neat as I'd like it to be, plus I'm not sure I like the asdender of the 'd' being that squat, I think if I do this again I'll make it longer.

A snippet from Poe's 'Nevermore', calligraphed in a kind of textura-ish Blackletter script in black ink with the pen resting to the side;

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered,
weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume
of forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly
there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping
at my chamber door.

A snippet from Poe's 'Nevermore', calligraphed in a kind of textura-ish Blackletter script in black ink with the pen resting to the side; Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore - While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door - Only this and nothing more."

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