I miss typewriters. I liked the action of the keys and the sound of them striking paper. You felt connected with with what was coming from inside your soul as it took shape on paper.
Thanks for your wording Jeffrey, I'm right with you.
The sound is priceless. I love the "CHING!" at the end of each row. I also love the physicality of a typewriter; how there is an actual weight and labor to each letter that you punch into the paper. Like you say, it is an embodiment of the writer's soul. What a beautiful machine.
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