She sat in front of her typewriter with no intention of really writing anything. The letters swam before her eyes, the words flitted back and forth in her mind. She felt exhausted. Her muscles were stiff, her body ached for some movement. Her posture betrayed how long she had really spent in front…
God, What a Woman! by John McNab on Flickr.
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