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What we marvel at now, will become an oddity to future generations

| Wendy Victora Rudman
I grew up with the sound of typing, as my mother sat in the kitchen writing letters to far away friends and family members. She had a Smith-Corona, inked by a ribbon that needed to be replaced regularly, and it was electric.


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