Written by Emily Harstone | September 18, 2017
Beginning to go back in time.
No electricity. Story needed to come.
Uncertain of where this path leads
The clacking keys coaxed her story.
Untie my mind and freely write.
I found this in grandpa’s closet.
My fingers spill telling the stories.
Fingers are tired typing story of my life.
Posting a typewriter story is hard.
Fingers that told a sad story!
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Beginning to go back in time.
No electricity. Story needed to come.
Uncertain of where this path leads
The clacking keys coaxed her story.
Untie my mind and freely write.
I found this in grandpa’s closet.
My fingers spill telling the stories.
Fingers are tired typing story of my life.
Posting a typewriter story is hard.
Fingers that told a sad story!