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 <p>Too many words, too many thoughts.</p>
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 <p>But tell me, who are these itinerants, more fleeting than even<br />
-we ourselves, since early on rung out by an urgent (for <em>whose</em> sake, <em>whose?</em>)<br />
+we ourselves, since early on wrung out by an urgent (for <em>whose</em> sake, <em>whose?</em>)<br />
 always unsatisfied will; which rather wrings them,<br />
 bends them, slings and swings them, throws them<br />
 and catches them back; and as from an oiled,<br />
@@ -74,7 +74,7 @@ not yet open to us, in an appealing urn.\footnote{\cite[51]{duino}}</p>
 <p>So around and around thoughts flow like the divine downstream with eddies behind rocks of yet more divinity building whirlpools as holes in identity.</p>
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 <p>They seemed to come in two general categories. There were those who looked largely like Dry Grass: short, stocky women with curly black hair. There was some variation, to be sure, as one might expect from a clade almost three hundred years old. One, introduced as Time Is A Finger Pointing At Itself, was quite a bit taller and slimmer than the others, looking chic in a form-fitting outfit of all black. Another, Hold My Name Beneath Your Tongue And Know, was taller still and visibly transfeminine.</p>
 <p>The other category seemed to be made mostly of furries of some sort. These, at least, I knew to be skunks. The stories surrounding them, the very same that had driven Lily away, were numerous and dramatic, so I was surprised to see just how&hellip;well, normal they looked. A Finger Pointing arrived holding the paw of a skunk, introduced as Beholden To The Heat Of The Lamps, shaped almost exactly like Dry Grass. </p>
 <p>Beneath Your Tongue also appeared hand-in-paw with a skunk, Which Offers Heat And Warmth In Fire. Heat And Warmth, however, was much slimmer, however, almost wiry. Ey launched emself immediately at Serene and wrapped its arms around her before catching my eye. &ldquo;Reed, yes? Hanne said you would be here.&rdquo;</p>
-<p>I nodded and started to reply before a few more Odists showed up in quick succession. Another skunk, looking far more prim and proper than the others, arrived and shot Dry Grass a quick glance. I couldn&rsquo;t quite read her expression, but she certainly didn&rsquo;t look happy. If she was this Then I Must In All Ways Be Earnest, it perhaps made sense, as the next Odist to arrive was a human introduced as The Only Time I Dream Is When I Need An Answer.</p>
+<p>I nodded and started to reply before cutting myself off as a few more Odists showed up in quick succession. Another skunk, looking far more prim and proper than the others, arrived and shot Dry Grass a quick glance. I couldn&rsquo;t quite read her expression, but she certainly didn&rsquo;t look happy. If she was this Then I Must In All Ways Be Earnest, it perhaps made sense, as the next Odist to arrive was a human introduced as The Only Time I Dream Is When I Need An Answer.</p>
 <p>She was the first to speak, calling aloud to the twenty or so people on the field, &ldquo;Thank you all for coming, and thank you as well to those who have set aside differences enough that we may meet.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>(dandelion field - talking about/with the Odists, one loss, End Of Endings, though still checking on those who have left the clade, of which there are now a few, no word on E.W.)</p>
 <p>(Reed&rsquo;s pagoda - more conversation among the stanzas now)</p>
 <p>((After Dry Grass leaves, Reed goes to talk with Lily))</p>
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