From a67f5c51e31a8504372af1e1766216254c4f8a12 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2022 14:45:14 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/014.html | 4 ++-- writing/post-self/neviim/remote/tycho/005.html | 4 ++-- 2 files changed, 4 insertions(+), 4 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/014.html b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/014.html index ed5bfd7f0..f3dc9c214 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/014.html +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/014.html @@ -85,7 +85,7 @@

“Yeah, I think that’s a good bit of it. I’m finally looking forward to something. I’m finally eager, rather than just anxious.”

She laughed, not unkindly. “I am happy for you, Dr. Brahe.”

“Thank you.”

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The skunk sighed, and he was pleased to hear in it more contentment than frustration. “What do you think now? Are they real, or are we dreaming them?”

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The skunk sighed, and he was pleased to hear more contentment than frustration in the sound. “What do you think now? Are they real, or are we dreaming them?”

“I don’t think it matters,” he said after a long pause.

“No?”

“No. Even if they’re a dream, I’ll join them. Even if this was all a dream, I’m happy to have been a part of it.”

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We will dream of stars, Stolon had said, and he knew they would.