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Post by Ivan Carswell on May 17, 2012 18:32:26 GMT -5
It is a long way back to the touch-type days when fingers found the right keys without sentence, time before arthritis formatted anarchy, before angulations shaped warped appendages imprecise in their fenestrations, shading the fine words vague aspiration dimmed weird and lost between keyboard and screen
Where they melded was heaven, none wandered thesauri-searching for souls similar – self-recriminated over lost-at -sea identity, sought compensation for words which failed; it was truth in the fingers – if they wanted to see © 7 May 2012, I. D. Carswell
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