From 4dac11c1c3e66abbe8ffb2561ef7841c2c2e3f3f Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Tue, 19 Oct 2021 22:25:04 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/004.md | 4 ++-- 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/004.md b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/004.md index 24788009..f59a358d 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/004.md +++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/004.md @@ -32,9 +32,9 @@ The Dear on Pollux: *You could interview any one of us about the entirety of our Eir Dear had said, *"You will doubtless tease it out of me, bit by bit, you tenacious fuck."* But given what both May Then My Name and Dear#Pollux had said, ey no longer wished to try. -And so here ey was, sitting in a dark field, looking up at the stars. Very dark. Well and truly dark, beyond almost anything Ioan had experienced before, even after uploading. There was a purity to that blackness, just as there was a purity to the red-filtered flashlight that Tycho Brahe (not his real name, but he had requested the pseudonym) used to guide them both to the top of a --- yes, pure --- grassy hill. +And so here ey was, sitting in a dark field, looking up at the stars. Very dark. Well and truly dark, beyond almost anything Ioan had experienced phys-side, or even after uploading. There was a purity to that blackness, just as there was a purity to the red-filtered flashlight that Tycho Brahe (not his real name, but he had requested the pseudonym) used to guide them both to the top of a --- yes, pure --- grassy hill. -"I come out here on nights when I am depressed," the old man had grumbled. "And that has been most nights, of late." +"I come out here on nights when I am depressed," the old astronomer had grumbled. "And that has been most nights, of late." "It's a beautiful place."