From 5eed8cacfae41ed1b6b3ef3c5048a8f70b9ad162 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2023 09:15:11 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/marsh/004.html | 3 ++- 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/marsh/004.html b/writing/post-self/marsh/004.html index dab914df9..13002d4da 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/marsh/004.html +++ b/writing/post-self/marsh/004.html @@ -283,11 +283,12 @@ Something about the ephemerality of the sand and the permanence of the tile spea

Cress’s expression fell, and it wrapped its arms around her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”

“I did not say,” Dry Grass said, shrugging. “We will talk later, my love. More of me remain at home, too.”

We all took turns ensuring that she got a hug from each of us, then stepped away, this time to the pagoda that I had discovered earlier that day before sleeping.

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As we stepped into that foggy morning — the same foggy morning, I realized; the sim must not have much of a day cycle —

(Reed’s pagoda - more conversation among the stanzas now)

((After Dry Grass leaves, Reed goes to talk with Lily))