I never truly stop, I’m not lost
I’m self contained
I’ve always got something that I want to pen to page
My endless, ageless passion
I cannot count the times I’ve been labeled as “old fashioned”
Keys crashing with echoes of antiquity
Lost with my typewriter; a gift that’s all too dear to me
My way to be connected, though often hid away
Mechanical extension
Carriage, bell and tape
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🔥🖤🍎
Amazing piece.
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Well, this just brought me back a couple of years. Another time, another headspace. Sort of nostalgic… and fabulously eloquent.
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Thank you for the kind words. It feels that way to me as well, unfortunately.
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