Strangely enough, this old friend of mine, who kindly taught me how to type back in the day, brings out so much from me. Maybe it’s the vintage vibe, or nostalgia, or who knows what. But, as a writer, somehow, my thoughts don’t feel like they’re at home anywhere else, the ideas don’t breathe as easily, but in front of this chest of inspiration.
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