The Good Patrons of 750 Words

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To whoever the heck reads this,
These darker hours of the morning, when the stars are just visible and the streets are dim and cold, we find our usual place, by the window. Open the computer and type in ‘75’ then quickly ‘Enter’ as the sentences start pouring out. Dexterous fingers command a supply of ink that must be infinite. Darling beams break through the window, over the horizon, warming our hands as they write. A smile creeps up on our cheek. We close the computer to address the stunning landscape. The shapes of peoples noses as they laugh. The redness of their cheeks as the dark charming eyes of a stranger permeate their thinly-veiled form. The greatest challenge now, is to forget writing, and endure the eternity hahahem remain open to inspiration, until twilight the next morning.