From 1ad129144b8271d62438ac9a62da6d82d8b7ff91 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2022 17:30:07 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/mitzvot/016.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/mitzvot/016.md b/writing/post-self/mitzvot/016.md index eaa09ce8..3ff6359e 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/mitzvot/016.md +++ b/writing/post-self/mitzvot/016.md @@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ And then the train of thought was gone, lost amid some whorl in the steam of eir An hour's walking gained em sore hips, a sweat-soaked shirt, and a well-trod trail around the outside of the yard. -"Fucking cold," ey grumbled, stomping the lingering snow off eir boots and the hems of eir slacks on the way up the stairs to the balcony. Ey kicked the boots off outside the door to complete the journey inside. Ey could fork emself warm and dry, sure, but why do that when there was a perfectly good shower right there? +"Fucking cold," ey grumbled, stomping the lingering snow off eir boots and the hems of eir slacks on the way up the stairs to the balcony. Ey kicked the boots off outside the door and shuffled inside. Ey could fork emself warm and dry, sure, but why do that when there was a perfectly good shower right there? So, ey lingered under the hot water for fifteen minutes, and instead of whorls of breath, the crunch of ice, the nothingness of slate-gray skies, eir thoughts and emotions dribbled down eir face in rivulets of water, swirled once, twice, disappeared down the drain.