As I set down the paper
and place the pen to it
I realize that the days have gone by
where I write these words on fresh linen pages.
Where I smudge out mistakes with the burnt smell of eraser
and carefully refer to the dictionary for spelling.
There is a LOSS.
The loss of the art of feeling my hand ache from excited scribbles.
The sloppy last line of the page
curling words along the side and edges of paper.
Now I sit with a LED screen
watch my eyes dry.
I type furiously with the sound of clicks in my brain.
That is how I write this letter to you
and forward it to my friends
post it on facebook
edit in red the mistakes
and save it on my desktop.
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