Tag Archives: typewriter

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Posted on 15 March 2011 by

Tonight I write with Gunny, properly, for the first time. That’s the typewriter. The name suggested itself. I’m impatient to get started, partly because I don’t want my keenness to be dulled by the evening passing, but also because I … Continue reading →

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Posted on 14 March 2011 by

So the first thing I think of when W2B told me about the typewriter, and teased me with the details of what it looked like, was a kids self-discovery story about a boy rummaging through an old barn and finding … Continue reading →

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Posted on 28 February 2011 by

Last night I discovered that W2B, goddess that she is, has bought me a very special souvenir on her travels – a typewriter. She’s coming back for a week in seven days, and this new and singular gift will be … Continue reading →

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