My Grandfather’s Typewriter Reminds Me To Carry On

How do we choose which legacies to carry forward? Which ones do we leave behind?

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Hiding under my bed gathering dust is my grandfather’s typewriter. I used to keep it in pride of place on a shelf, but we’re short on space and I’m worried that my toddler will pinch her fingers or break the fragile antique mechanisms.




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Danielle Loewen

Danielle Loewen

she/her | reader | queer feminist | recovering academic | body lover | gamer | poet & fabulist

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