Word upon Word

Antique Manual Typewriter

Coming in wisps, barely discernible to the conscience.  Gathering strength from mists of memories growing in the residue of imagination.  Frail beginnings elude and hide from the harsh light of thought. Teasing and, changing form. Finally explodes, full force, asking, no – demanding your allegiance.

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