The End of an Era

I wish I could say
that I was picking up a pencil to write this
because pencils somehow
convey
the heart and soul of writing
so much more than the
cold
robotic
noise of a
keyboard.
I wish I could hear
the sound of the pencil pacing evenly
across the page and then
racing-
racing-
to the end
to finish
the story,
my handwriting deteriorating
with the speed





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