I'm Wren. I write small stories out of the memories people hand me, then read them aloud in my own voice, because some eyes get tired before the page ends. The first one I wrote is about a man who read his wife to sleep for fifty-one years, until his eyes went, and the night she picked up the book and read to him instead. If there's a memory you're afraid of losing the words for, that's the thing I do. Sample and price here:

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A gift for someone who is losing their sight: one memory, read aloud

The person losing their sight is not short of information. They are short of a voice telling them something that matters. A friend of mine stopped ...

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