Autobiography
I have all these things- shiny machines, stacks of books- but they don't define me.
And yet I glance out the window and see a herd of cows passing through the mist, and I feel the ink of a new sentence, recently written, begin to dry.
I am transfixed.
And yet I glance out the window and see a herd of cows passing through the mist, and I feel the ink of a new sentence, recently written, begin to dry.
I am transfixed.
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