I don't like reading things where there is no white space.
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commodo eros eget quam feugiat hendrerit.Writing has a beauty to it. A look. There are rules, and forms, and no matter how
much thought has gone into any writing, if I am going to be reading it, I want to
have an easy time of it.
That is not to say that I want easy reading. Far from it. Let's take an example in
another form. Music.
Sure. Punk rock has loudness to it. But good punk has a flow, a feel, a rhythm all
it's own. That's why bad punk is really bad, and not worth listening to.
So. Let's give the author that the formatting didn't carry well from Word, or
whatever, to poasting in a forum.
What do we have.
The ladies themselves died out in Montrock County Reservoir, about a hundred
yards from the water, though their articles and personals were strung about in a
hasty fashion all along the fence leading to the road. Look at that first line. It starts off well. Soon it drifts. There is intrigue,
mystery, death, earthy Americana... Old Thompson Stuart with his spitting, his
cursing, and his stinking feet. I like the writing, well enough.
But? No white space. And?
The loss is one dimensional. Death.
No.