2 thoughts on “Speaking To My Soul

  1. ahh … the smell of ink and metal crushed through material;

    … on a solid wooden table – no wobbles, just ‘plaque’s on the paper, something’s happening – you can hear it in the cacophony and the dust in the sunlight through bleary glass … somewhere


    1. I learned to type on an old manual typewriter in the 7th grade. Ever since, the sight, sound and smell has spoken to the writer in me. I dream in “typewriter” 🙂


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