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The Blurb Anvil
A blurb is not written. It is beaten. Lay yours on the anvil and the house will strike the hedges, tighten the long constructions, and hand it back at three finished lengths — the jacket, the advertisement, and the one line you say aloud to a stranger.
Lay it on the anvil
0 words · 0 sentences
Nothing you paste here leaves this browser. The house never receives your text.
The anvil is cold
Give it at least a sentence or two and the hammer will fall.