Ray's folks gave us this old typewriter, collecting dirt in their garage. We cleaned it up as best we could and now it sits atop my office shelf. As I click away on my keyboard, I can imagine the huge clack sound of those keys and the steady electric hum, then the ka-chunk noise of the carriage return. Creating on a typewriter just sounds grandiose.
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