From 2a6f25a5e4201e5deebba1487fe9ec742f73a597 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Fri, 10 May 2024 19:40:09 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/idumea/002.html | 4 ++-- writing/post-self/idumea/008.html | 2 +- 2 files changed, 3 insertions(+), 3 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/idumea/002.html b/writing/post-self/idumea/002.html index 902609011..68ab84698 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/idumea/002.html +++ b/writing/post-self/idumea/002.html @@ -66,7 +66,7 @@

And here, now, The Woman was feeling most of all grief. She feared that, were she to let her breath out, it would be that whine of fear, that moan of terror, a wave of tears.

The tenth had left two empty chairs and two full plates at meals until three years prior.

Now they left three.

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Her Friend, either knowing or seeing this, averted her eyes, casting her gaze instead out to the street. “I am sorry, my dear. I was indeed feeling grief and loss over Should We Forget. No Longer Myself as well, yes, and Beckoning and more, but the one I knew best was Should We Forget. I am sorry.”

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Her Friend, either knowing or seeing this, averted eir eyes, casting eir gaze instead out to the street. “I am sorry, my dear. I was indeed feeling grief and loss over Should We Forget. No Longer Myself as well, yes, and Beckoning and more, but the one I knew best was Should We Forget. I am sorry.”

The Woman let her breath out most carefully, not letting it shake, not letting her lip quiver. “I understand, yes. You knew her as well.”

“Perhaps we can speak simply of the fallout.”

She bowed. “I would appreciate that, yes.”

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Perhaps this unbecoming that her mind circled around was simply the utmost in stillness.