klairchen I stare, frustrated, at this keyboard.

What a limited series of letters and symbols.

I want to copy my contained joy, my sorrow, my remembrance, my restlessness, my exuberance, my grief, my tiredness, my....everything, sometimes.

But all I see is this keyboard.

And all I manage to copy are a few broken shadows.

I want to tear this keyboard apart into pieces of plastic and throw them into the wind.

But that wouldn't be economical or fair to the environment.

So instead I make these simple exclamations like "yes" or "nnnyeah" or "sigh".

They don't suffice, I know that, but they are better than real sentences, I suppose.

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