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| author | Case Duckworth | 2015-03-02 18:31:47 -0700 |
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| committer | Case Duckworth | 2015-03-02 18:31:47 -0700 |
| commit | 9a2e2a9c3e0396f956381b8ee4af80fe3e8cf652 (patch) | |
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| parent | Add fonts: Playfair, Fira, Courier Prime (diff) | |
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Add thing class to pieces in template; recompile
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| 24 | 24 | ||
| 25 | </header> | 25 | </header> |
| 26 | 26 | ||
| 27 | <section class="verse"> | 27 | <section class="thing verse"> |
| 28 | <p>Swans fly overhead singing goodbye<br />to we <a href="howithappened.html">walkers of the earth</a>. You point<br />to them in formation, you tell me<br />you are not you. <a href="swansong-alt.html">You are the air the swans<br />walk on</a> as they journey like pilgrims<br />to a temple in the south. A curtain<br />there separates me from you, swans<br />from the air they fly through. I say<br />that you are no longer the temple,<br />that you have been through fire<br />and are now less than ash. You are<br />a <a href="moongone.html">mirror</a> of me, the <a href="deathstrumpet.html">air without a swan</a>.<br />Together, we are each other. You<br />and I have both nothing and everything<br />at once. We own the world and nothing in it.</p> | 28 | <p>Swans fly overhead singing goodbye<br />to we <a href="howithappened.html">walkers of the earth</a>. You point<br />to them in formation, you tell me<br />you are not you. <a href="swansong-alt.html">You are the air the swans<br />walk on</a> as they journey like pilgrims<br />to a temple in the south. A curtain<br />there separates me from you, swans<br />from the air they fly through. I say<br />that you are no longer the temple,<br />that you have been through fire<br />and are now less than ash. You are<br />a <a href="moongone.html">mirror</a> of me, the <a href="deathstrumpet.html">air without a swan</a>.<br />Together, we are each other. You<br />and I have both nothing and everything<br />at once. We own the world and nothing in it.</p> |
| 29 | </section> | 29 | </section> |
| 30 | 30 | ||