What the Ink Remembers
Iron-gall deepens with decades
Blue-black oxidises toward charcoal, never toward oblivion.
The hand learns what haste forgets
Deliberate shading trains the wrist in patience no keyboard can teach.
Cotton-rag outlasts the century
Laid stock from the last mill in Dalton carries a watermark older than the republic.
The flourish is a signature of care
A well-turned capital loop declares what words alone cannot.