I sat at my desk. I had a laptop in front of me. I held a printed article paper in my hands and read throughout. I reached the bottom line of the page. Immediately, my fingers went onto the arrow keys to scroll down. Oops, we can't scroll the physical pages. The automaticity of scrolling down the webpages!. Am I forgetting the habit of flipping pages? Yikes! Scary!
I write about what affects me, enthralls me. I write my experiences, I write my emotions. To grow, to learn, to live, to celebrate Life. I write.
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