A Heart Pounding Holiday
A little coronary incident kept me from sending the usual holiday greetings
So I asked AI to write me a little story about a writer’s obligation to his readers.
“Once upon a time,” it begins, “in a cozy village nestled between rolling hills and serene meadows, lived a writer named Ezra. Ezra was renowned for his captivating stories that whisked readers away to enchanted lands and sparked their imaginations. He had a modest cotta…
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