Written by Emily Harstone | September 18, 2017
The computer died. Still, I write.
“My type of key to success!”
One more page. Just one more…
Her life was about to begin.
My type of writing machine, Baby!
The keys hammered out in anguish.
…and so, my next adventure begins
Under the morning light, she flourished.
This new white screen’s too floppy…
I need to sit and unwind.
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The computer died. Still, I write.
“My type of key to success!”
One more page. Just one more…
Her life was about to begin.
My type of writing machine, Baby!
The keys hammered out in anguish.
…and so, my next adventure begins
Under the morning light, she flourished.
This new white screen’s too floppy…
I need to sit and unwind.