I never received this type of unusual compliment.
In a coffee break a wild ride, while I transcribed thoughts fluently, quotes, inspiring words, I looked up, sensing perhaps the insistence laid eyes on me. A man I declare that my hand was so nice to see in writing so naturally. Am
remained perplexed (we would put his hand in the fire that I live only for that word). The man thought with despair (and reason) that everything was writing keyboard now too and not enough by traditional pen.
Even if I live a symbiotic relationship with my computer, I agreed.
We talked a little. There is something comforting, fun, some privacy to share the true color of his pen universal rather than a keyboard.
I write.
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