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| author | Case Duckworth | 2015-03-10 23:17:06 -0700 |
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| committer | Case Duckworth | 2015-03-10 23:17:06 -0700 |
| commit | bec7c936d59e331500c8350b92e33f2b5c5eb0e0 (patch) | |
| tree | eb35d9c37efccc6eafa8dbca1538387dcf6c3ff4 /stump.html | |
| parent | Fix broken link in I think it's you (diff) | |
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Move dedication to before epigraph
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1 files changed, 18 insertions, 19 deletions
| diff --git a/stump.html b/stump.html index 8b30811..1bdd5d3 100644 --- a/stump.html +++ b/stump.html | |||
| @@ -1,5 +1,6 @@ | |||
| 1 | <!DOCTYPE html> | 1 | <!DOCTYPE html> |
| 2 | <!-- Template for compiled 'Autocento' documents --> | 2 | <!-- AUTOCENTO OF THE BREAKFAST TABLE --> |
| 3 | <!-- vim: fdm=indent --> | ||
| 3 | <html lang="en"> | 4 | <html lang="en"> |
| 4 | <head> | 5 | <head> |
| 5 | <meta charset="utf-8"> | 6 | <meta charset="utf-8"> |
| @@ -23,25 +24,23 @@ | |||
| 23 | <!-- <script src="js/external.js"> </script> --> | 24 | <!-- <script src="js/external.js"> </script> --> |
| 24 | </head> | 25 | </head> |
| 25 | <body> | 26 | <body> |
| 27 | |||
| 28 | <article id="container"> | ||
| 29 | <header> | ||
| 30 | <!-- title --> | ||
| 31 | <h1 class="title">Stump</h1> | ||
| 32 | |||
| 26 | 33 | ||
| 27 | <article id="container"> | 34 | </header> |
| 28 | <header> | ||
| 29 | <!-- title --> | ||
| 30 | <h1 class="title">Stump</h1> | ||
| 31 | |||
| 32 | |||
| 33 | |||
| 34 | </header> | ||
| 35 | |||
| 36 | <section class="content prose"> | ||
| 37 | <p>He walked into the woods for the first time in months. It was a bright summer day but under the canopy of leaves it was cool and quiet and twilight. <a href="music-433.html">There was no sound but his footsteps, his breathing.</a> Instead of an axe, his right hand clutched his notebook. His left was in his pocket. A pencil perched behind his ear.</p> | ||
| 38 | <p>He walked aimlessly until coming over a short rise he saw a stump. He recognized his handiwork in the way the stump made a kind of chair back—flat until the axe had gone through far enough, then a frayed edge like a torn page. Paul walked over to the stump and sat down.</p> | ||
| 39 | <p>He looked up and tried to find a pattern in the placement of the trees. There was none. They grew randomly, beginning nowhere and ending in the same place. <a href="squirrel.html">A squirrel</a> ran down one and up another for no reason. He opened his notebook and took his pencil from his ear but could think of nothing to write.</p> | ||
| 40 | <p>A crow called hoarsely to another, something important. Paul looked up but could not see the black bird in the <a href="death-zone.html">leaves of the trees</a>. He looked back down to the cream-colored pages of his notebook.</p> | ||
| 41 | <p>He was surprised that he’d written <em>YOU CANNOT DISCOVER ART</em>.</p> | ||
| 42 | </section> | ||
| 43 | </article> | ||
| 44 | 35 | ||
| 36 | <section class="content prose"> | ||
| 37 | <p>He walked into the woods for the first time in months. It was a bright summer day but under the canopy of leaves it was cool and quiet and twilight. <a href="music-433.html">There was no sound but his footsteps, his breathing.</a> Instead of an axe, his right hand clutched his notebook. His left was in his pocket. A pencil perched behind his ear.</p> | ||
| 38 | <p>He walked aimlessly until coming over a short rise he saw a stump. He recognized his handiwork in the way the stump made a kind of chair back—flat until the axe had gone through far enough, then a frayed edge like a torn page. Paul walked over to the stump and sat down.</p> | ||
| 39 | <p>He looked up and tried to find a pattern in the placement of the trees. There was none. They grew randomly, beginning nowhere and ending in the same place. <a href="squirrel.html">A squirrel</a> ran down one and up another for no reason. He opened his notebook and took his pencil from his ear but could think of nothing to write.</p> | ||
| 40 | <p>A crow called hoarsely to another, something important. Paul looked up but could not see the black bird in the <a href="death-zone.html">leaves of the trees</a>. He looked back down to the cream-colored pages of his notebook.</p> | ||
| 41 | <p>He was surprised that he’d written <em>YOU CANNOT DISCOVER ART</em>.</p> | ||
| 42 | </section> | ||
| 43 | </article> | ||
| 45 | <nav> | 44 | <nav> |
| 46 | <a class="prevlink" href="joke.html" | 45 | <a class="prevlink" href="joke.html" |
| 47 | title="Next article in Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"> | 46 | title="Next article in Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"> |
| @@ -61,5 +60,5 @@ | |||
| 61 | Swear | 60 | Swear |
| 62 | </a> | 61 | </a> |
| 63 | </nav> | 62 | </nav> |
| 64 | </body> | 63 | </body> |
| 65 | </html> | 64 | </html> |