Ode to the keyboard
I found I have lost the tactile need for penmanship as it has been replaced with the clickity-clack of the keyboard. No more broad sweeps or stylish curvatures. Just the tap, tap, tap, of the keyboard. A writing as easily placed and understood as my neighbors, seemingly indifferent, other than context, if you get my meaning. My fingers meet at the index, feeling the familiar raised etching, from t...
Sunday 19th February 2017 10:25 am
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