From e43ba0c2f5a48ab1506e6e4e5ad685d49ab4259f Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Rye Progress Date: Fri, 31 May 2024 23:33:23 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/idumea/001.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/idumea/001.md b/writing/post-self/idumea/001.md index 56337d9b..0a84e19c 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/idumea/001.md +++ b/writing/post-self/idumea/001.md @@ -97,7 +97,7 @@ Some of them shared rooms, you see, but mostly, they kept to themselves. They li So the only difference between parties and those days when they all found themselves eating together was mostly that this time, they actually *meant* to, and these were the days when, most often, more than one of them would invite over a friend or a guest. -The Woman invites Her Friend over more than any of the other members of the tenth stanza invite others over, except perhaps back when Should We Forget was alive, and Warmth In Fire would come by to give her little gifts and toys, little trinkets and special snacks that she would divvy up and share with the rest of the stanza in little unlabeled envelopes. +The Woman invites Her Friend over more than any of the other members of the tenth stanza invite others over, except perhaps back when Should We Forget was alive, and The Oneirotect, my beloved up-tree, would come by to give her little gifts and toys, little trinkets and special snacks that she would divvy up and share with the rest of the stanza in little unlabeled envelopes. But Should We Forget was no longer alive, not since the world had turned in on itself and had eaten so many of those who lived within, and now that meant that The Woman, out of all of those who lived together, there on the field, brought over company most often.