From 9f625b85735fe0726b0f4de1797ba76fd882b0e4 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Tue, 7 May 2024 22:10:05 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/idumea/003.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/idumea/003.md b/writing/post-self/idumea/003.md index 2eb5141e..9ecbec50 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/idumea/003.md +++ b/writing/post-self/idumea/003.md @@ -4,4 +4,4 @@ The Woman rode the high of lovely friendship for days after that coffee date. Fo Whenever The Woman felt this way, she would wander around the house and clean. She would take on extra cooking duties and make extra desserts for her cocladists and friends. She would go for walks around the field, treating the house itself as a signpost at the center of widening circles. She would imagine that those circles might some day spread out across the entire world, never mind the varied infinities housed within the field itself. It was a thing to which she could give herself as she asked her high-minded questions: am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song? -These words of Rilke's would dance unblushing through her mind, linking arms with the words of Dickinson which ever twined around those of her clade — *If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, As it has usual done...* — +These words of Rilke's would dance unblushing through her mind, linking arms on one side with the words of Dickinson which ever twined around those of her clade — *If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, As it has usual done...* — and on the other with the lingering lines of the Ode that made up the names of her clade. "I remember the rattle of dry grass," she would explain to the bees as they buzzed in friendship around her ankles. "I remember the names of all things and forget them only when I wake."