It was a dark Monday evening, the horizon had eaten the sun and he was alone, everyone had left him, he was the only leaf left on a tree that was getting ready to welcome a blizzard. He rocked back and forth, the rocking chair groaned, he stopped and everything fell silent. He looked at the screen, it glared back at him, lighting up his face in the dark. He had just finished writing his latest article, he was a writer a successful one, he mastered a healthy following of 10,000 readers. It was the year 2022 and he was a Steemer.
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