From f54627ff464c03a019ce07737ba65c8d125acb26 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2024 17:13:17 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] Edits --- content/draft/007.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/content/draft/007.md b/content/draft/007.md index fc09f9f..8961975 100644 --- a/content/draft/007.md +++ b/content/draft/007.md @@ -28,7 +28,7 @@ She was not going to play around, here. She was not going to play soft. She was ----- -Some treacherously sunny afternoon some centuries back, Sasha/Michelle Hadje sat tiredly on the edge of a fountain in the middle of a brick-paved pedestrian mall. Just a woman or a skunk or perhaps both sitting on the rough stone in classical white, head bowed in exhaustion and concentration as the sun warmed the back of her neck. Beside her sat a man, a politician, watching as she drained her reserves of reputation to bring into being ten more instances of herself, each blissfully unafflicted by the restlessness-of-shape and in many ways less affected by the restlessness-of-mind that plagued her, though never completely without. +One treacherously sunny afternoon some centuries back, Sasha/Michelle Hadje sat tiredly on the edge of a fountain in the middle of a brick-paved pedestrian mall. Just a woman or a skunk or perhaps both sitting on the rough stone in classical white, head bowed in exhaustion and concentration as the sun warmed the back of her neck. Beside her sat a man, a politician, watching as she drained her reserves of reputation to bring into being ten more instances of herself, each blissfully unafflicted by the restlessness-of-shape and in many ways less affected by the restlessness-of-mind that plagued her, though never completely without. "So, what next?" the man asked.