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@@ -66,7 +66,7 @@ Also afraid of what folks down in town would say, seeing that big oaf tramping u
 
 "Big dummy, trespassing up these hills, I'm sure this is someone's land," he says to that dim circle of light on the ground and to the moon up high. Imagine a big girl like her need to go for a nature hike, taking those big-ass feet of hers to bury them in pine needles or --- hah! --- bearberry. Imagine needing to take a vacation from bein' stronger'n I'll ever be. Imagine needing to take a break from having a life so easy as the one I bought for her.
 
-"Just you wait--" Though who this 'you' Sim imagines is we'll likely never know, maybe that very same moon. "Just you wait. She'll be coming back looking all peaceful and full of the light of the moon or maybe she's up there meditating on a rock like some golden Buddha you see in all those shows I'm sure she likes. Just you wait, she'll come back with a big dumb grin on that blank face of hers, and I'll jump up and say, "You been rolling around in needles again, girlie? You been out there having a romp with the deer? You climbing trees and howling at the moon?" And I'll say, "You look a fool like that, pine-cones in your ears. You look a total fool thinkin' all your peace is bound up in quiet and not in the life I'm buying.""
+"Just you wait--" Though who this 'you' Sim imagines is we'll likely never know, maybe that very same moon. "Just you wait. She'll be coming back looking all peaceful and full of the light of the moon or maybe she's up there meditating on a rock like some golden Buddha you see in all those shows I'm sure she likes. Just you wait, she'll come back with a big dumb grin on that blank face of hers, and I'll jump up and say, 'You been rolling around in needles again, girlie? You been out there having a romp with the deer? You climbing trees and howling at the moon?' And I'll say, 'You look a fool like that, pine-cones in your ears. You look a total fool thinkin' all your peace is bound up in quiet and not in the life I'm buying.'"
 
 But far out, far out by now, Ursula ran. She plowed through the trees because she would not stop, could not stop, could not hope to stop. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be, she left a wake through the carpet of needles.
 
@@ -82,6 +82,6 @@ And thus let her belly fall away like an apron full of boulders, that ever-soft
 
 And at long last she was able to reach up to the moon, reach up to the moon that one last time and give the face held within a kiss, leaving behind a twinkle of her eye, one last star to show her love for the night and for the good clean earth below.
 
-Nothing left of our Ursula but her yearning shadow cast upon the ground as the moon rose ever higher and Sim cussed his cusses and the lights of the town twinkled below, and all we can do is hope that at last she gets to bury her feet in good clean earth and sow her carrots and beets, and if ever someone hunches and curls above her in labor or in need or in pain or in joy, all we can do is that it will be out of more than a promise of love.
+Nothing left of our Ursula but her yearning shadow cast upon the ground as the moon rose ever higher and Sim cussed his cusses and the lights of the town twinkled below, and all we can do is hope that at last she gets to bury her feet in good clean earth and sow her carrots and beets, and if ever someone hunches and curls above her in labor or in need or in pain or in joy, all we can do is hope that it will be out of more than a promise of love.
 
 Nothing left but a yearning shadow and those stars, cause some folks are just built to jump, but some were born to shine.