Many of you have told me the letters
are never read just once.
Sometimes with a cup of tea.
Sometimes at the end of a long day.

You've told me they feel
like a small breath of fresh air
in the middle of everything else happening
in the world.

So this Winter, one has been written that won't live on the grid.

It now exists as something
you can hold in your hands.

A small run of a Winter letter.

Printed on handmade paper,
with the Uncle Tio seal pressed gently at the bottom.

A letter you can read away from the scroll.

Mail is here!
And this time, it is real.