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writing/post-self/idumea/004.md

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 Unlike so many other cladists, however, The Woman is too much herself. She is too human and she is full to overflowing, and she seemed ever to become more and more herself, to overflow in ways subtle and dramatic. For, you see, The Woman had simply been human — a furry, to be sure! She always maintained that identity — for decades after forking, but as she had to expend more and more energy to keep her thoughts well-ordered, she started to lose control of her form.
 
-And so it was that, over the years, The Woman and Her Lover swung close together less and less often, and for shorter and shorter intervals, and when The Woman requested time away, Her Lover would always kiss her on the cheek and smile and promise to see her again soon, and the smiles were often sad, but The Woman held onto that promise, setting it up on her dresser or perhaps a high shelf where she might observe its austere grace along with that of all of the other promises she had been given over the years.
+And so it was that, over the years, The Woman and Her Lover swung close together less and less often, and for shorter and shorter intervals, and when The Woman requested time away, time to herself, Her Lover would kiss her on the cheek and smile and promise to see her again soon, and the smiles were often sad, but The Woman held onto that promise, setting it up on her dresser or perhaps a high shelf where she might observe its austere grace along with that of all of the other promises she had been given over the years.