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Oct 2021
We have to write a lot of essays
and I love it - the twisting of words,
the molding of nouns and verbs until
thoughts are clear and paragraphs
sit symmetrical and idealized.

I’ll write a paper, and scowling,
write another version and another
- lavishing them with attention
until every word is perfect.

I miss handing in papers though
- paper is substantial, not virtual
and even if a paper wasn’t well received
at least you took a tree down with you.
β€œYou have to hand in an essay each weak, 2000 words” the professors say.
The class groans, but I smile.
Anais Vionet
Written by
Anais Vionet  20/F/U.S.
(20/F/U.S.)   
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   Crow and G Alan Johnson
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