it is a simple thing.
we hope for independence, privacy.
so we google, ask advice and listen.
take our time, let the thought wander,
heal ourselves.
we can even mend the typewriter,
gifted by a friend, now there is a lovely
word.
soap cleans the ink away; wind will
blow the water, dry the chimney,
clear the floors.
we have kept the old ribbon,
in a box.
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