From 4b35d0483c3fb5919fa4d49be80cde85325d19e3 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2024 18:40:13 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/motes/007.html | 6 +++++- 1 file changed, 5 insertions(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/motes/007.html b/writing/post-self/motes/007.html index 520a8b813..a6d58c73e 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/motes/007.html +++ b/writing/post-self/motes/007.html @@ -88,7 +88,11 @@

Letter after letter, topic after topic. They became rote. They became routine. They became a signature of Hammered Silver after every little decision that A Finger Pointing made which did not meet her standards. Every little decision that anyone made, if what True Name and Praiseworthy had to say was true.

And it was not just her, after all, was it?

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For better or worse, she was the representative of her stanza. She was a synecdoche for it: she was the fifth stanza. +

For better or worse, she was the representative of her stanza. She was a synecdoche for it: she was the fifth stanza. Anything that the stanza did, whether as a whole or individually, she would hear about through those tetchy letters, those little missives Hammered Silver saw fit to send her.

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A note here: Surely The Only Constant can find some less dramatic way to depict death on stage; has ey no thought for how that might reflect on the rest of us as so public a clade?

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A message there: Beholden To The Flow Of The Crowds was seen punching someone at The Party. I would ask that you inform her of our standards of behavior.

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It became something of a joke — granted, mostly to herself, for she rarely shared any of these messages with others. Even True Name thought less of optics than Hammered Silver. Even the politician!

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And yet their apparent friendship continued. ((the past: Motes))


((bitterness and compromises with Dry Grass))