DOES THIS PEN WRITE?

I suppose when it comes to the literati, one could say I arrived late in an attempt to grandstand. But that, dear reader, would not be entirely accurate.

Lest you be misled, I am more interested in the lives they lived than in the words they wrote. Although there is something to be said about the unforgettable and often forgotten works of genius.

I write, albeit no longer for a living, but write I do to the extent that there are few and far between who even grasp my communiqués let alone clump them into the unforgettable category. I am more, what you would refer to as, a romantic.

I am, however,

certain that my advent will be posthumous.

This is my accepted fate.

Without fanfare.

As it should be.

And so, while I wait patiently for that moment, I will continue to aspire vicariously so that they will know me when I arrive.
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