From 47eddd20453736339abc8e6fb51ffabbf9165cbc Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2024 21:19:13 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/idumea/001.html | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/idumea/001.html b/writing/post-self/idumea/001.html index 32f5ecfd4..438243045 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/idumea/001.html +++ b/writing/post-self/idumea/001.html @@ -60,7 +60,7 @@

Some of them shared rooms, you see, but mostly, they kept to themselves. They lived together in that big Gothic house plopped right down in the middle of a prairie of green grass and yellow dandelions, out where the stoop stepped down directly into the grass, but I say ‘lived together’ in a very mechanical sense. They never shared meals intentionally, nor even spoke all that often to each other. It is just that, sometimes, they would all find themselves at table at the same time!

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.

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But Should We Forget was no longer alive, and now that meant that The Woman, out of all of those who lived together, there on the field, brought over company most often.

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But Should We Forget was no longer alive, not since the world turned in on itself and 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.