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On his typewriter he tried to become the type to right the souls of others, to heal them, that is what poets do.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 4, 2021.
The keys of that typewriter moved with the rhythm of universal music, they kind artists hear so well.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 4, 2021.
The typewriter was a thing of beauty in the fresh-spun light of day, its sober hues in echo of the deeper soul.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 4, 2021.
Each plunge of the typewriter keys was as soulful as the motions of a ballet dancer, bringing the soul up for light and air.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 4, 2021.