update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/motes/007.html

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 <p>Did she not know what she was doing? Did she — A Finger Pointing! One of the first lines! — not consider the optics of an intraclade relationship for the rest of her stanza? The rest of the clade? Really, <em>the</em> A Finger Pointing ought to know better.</p>
 <p>It was the first letter of several. It was the first time of many that she stood stock still, seethed, and counted to ten before opening her door to greet Beholden — her partner regardless of Hammered Silver&rsquo;s haughty implications — with her usual smile once more firmly in place.</p>
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-<p>((Waking World and Dry Grass))</p>
+<p>A Weapon Against The Waking World, it turned out, was perfectly happy to meet with them.</p>
+<p>He had long ago taken the form of a stocky man, hairline receding, looking just enough like an Odist that one could see the potential 
+((Waking World and Dry Grass))</p>
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 <p>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 <em>anyone</em> made, if what True Name and Praiseworthy had to say was true.</p>
 <p>And it was not just her, after all, was it?</p>