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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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| diff --git a/theoceanoverflowswithcamels.html b/theoceanoverflowswithcamels.html index 986d975..a784da4 100644 --- a/theoceanoverflowswithcamels.html +++ b/theoceanoverflowswithcamels.html | |||
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| 24 | 24 | ||
| 25 | </header> | 25 | </header> |
| 26 | 26 | ||
| 27 | <section class="verse"> | 27 | <section class="thing verse"> |
| 28 | <p>We found your <a href="lovesong.html">shirt</a> deep in the dark water,<br />caught on the clothesline of sleeping pills.<br />Your head on the shore was streaming tears<br />like sleeves or the coronas of saints saved<br />from fire. The burning bush began crying<br />like a child who misses his mother. Traffic<br />slammed shut like an eye. God’s mean <a href="roughgloves.html">left hook</a><br />knocked us out, and we began swimming.<br />Bruises bloomed like algae on a lake.<br />Your <a href="angeltoabraham.html">father</a> beat your chest and screamed<br />for someone to open a window. The air<br />stopped breathing. Fish clogged its gills.<br />Birds sang too loudly, trying to drown out<br />your father’s cries, but all their sweetness<br />was not enough. No polite noises will be made<br />anymore, he told us, clawing your breastbone.<br />He opened your heart to air again. Camels<br />flowed from you both like water from the rock.<br />God spoke up, but nobody listened to him.<br />We hung you up on the line to dry.</p> | 28 | <p>We found your <a href="lovesong.html">shirt</a> deep in the dark water,<br />caught on the clothesline of sleeping pills.<br />Your head on the shore was streaming tears<br />like sleeves or the coronas of saints saved<br />from fire. The burning bush began crying<br />like a child who misses his mother. Traffic<br />slammed shut like an eye. God’s mean <a href="roughgloves.html">left hook</a><br />knocked us out, and we began swimming.<br />Bruises bloomed like algae on a lake.<br />Your <a href="angeltoabraham.html">father</a> beat your chest and screamed<br />for someone to open a window. The air<br />stopped breathing. Fish clogged its gills.<br />Birds sang too loudly, trying to drown out<br />your father’s cries, but all their sweetness<br />was not enough. No polite noises will be made<br />anymore, he told us, clawing your breastbone.<br />He opened your heart to air again. Camels<br />flowed from you both like water from the rock.<br />God spoke up, but nobody listened to him.<br />We hung you up on the line to dry.</p> |
| 29 | </section> | 29 | </section> |
| 30 | 30 | ||