I, Paul, write this greeting in my own hand.
Summary: Handwriting is as unique as our fingerprints — even in Paul’s day.
Several years ago my mother died and with her died the most beautiful handwriting in town. I know this because the person who processed water service payments for the city told me. He should know — he saw everyone’s handwriting when they paid their water bills.
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