And when gods touched something, the normal became the supernatural, the simple became the wondrous. - Mitch Albom

Strangers are just family you have yet to come to know.

I am every age, up to my own.

Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening to compose their thoughts, maybe the next evening as well. When they mailed the letter, they wrote a name, a street, a city, a country and they melted wax and sealed the envelope with a signet ring.
Sarah had never known a world like that. Speed now trumped the quality of words. A fast send was more important.