this paper

beyond these walls of mountain range and foliage of paper trails from someone throwing trash away or paupers picking scraps from corners unexplored by wealthy few, the denizens of far away, whose vast reserves will culminate in further piles of paper stashed, filed, signed, somewhat read, rarely understood, but purposefully conceived as papers pressed tend to be, given the as-of-yet process, the manual labor required, the enriching of materials, choice of bark, font, color grading, the layout desired but seldom achieved due to one, yes, one little letter, horribly spaced from serif to white, between the real and the commissioner’s paid-for whims. 

I save as I save as I save as I’m sure of the changes made. The final, its sequel, threequel, the final version, and the replica I send as .pdf first. I dot the I,  cross the T, tick the box, click to share, and wait and see for first response: I really need this paper