What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?

How shall we answer this question? A riddle? a rhyme? Who cares, it’s done right every time!💋

Dearest Gentle Reader,

In the quiet of the morning, fingers dance,
Summoning whispers from the unseen well.
Shapes form, like shadows in moonlit trance,
Breathing life into the silent spell.

Typefont pours, a river of ancient lore,
Each drop a fragment of the soul’s embrace.
Veiled truths emerge from the core,
Woven threads in a timeless chase.

Lines curve and stretch, an artist’s grace,
Mysteries unfurl in rhythmic waves.
A hidden world begins to lace,
Echoes of dreams and memory’s caves.

Colors burst from a monochrome night,
Silent symphonies in whispers confined.
In the stillness, a beacon of light,
Every stroke a bridge to the mind.

The air hums with the weight of creation,
Subtle tremors of a spirit set free.
An unspoken pact, a silent narration,
Between webpage and the sea.

I hold tales in my slender form,
Silent yet loud in my charm.
In every hand, I fit just right,
What am I?

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