From bec7c936d59e331500c8350b92e33f2b5c5eb0e0 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Tue, 10 Mar 2015 23:17:06 -0700
Subject: Move dedication to before epigraph
---
dream.html | 37 ++++++++++++++++++-------------------
1 file changed, 18 insertions(+), 19 deletions(-)
(limited to 'dream.html')
diff --git a/dream.html b/dream.html
index cb5157e..a0e3123 100644
--- a/dream.html
+++ b/dream.html
@@ -1,5 +1,6 @@
<!DOCTYPE html>
-<!-- Template for compiled 'Autocento' documents -->
+<!-- AUTOCENTO OF THE BREAKFAST TABLE -->
+<!-- vim: fdm=indent -->
<html lang="en">
<head>
<meta charset="utf-8">
@@ -23,25 +24,23 @@
<!-- <script src="js/external.js"> </script> -->
</head>
<body>
+
+ <article id="container">
+ <header>
+ <!-- title -->
+ <h1 class="title">Dream</h1>
+
-<article id="container">
- <header>
- <!-- title -->
- <h1 class="title">Dream</h1>
-
-
-
- </header>
-
- <section class="content prose">
- <p>It had gotten cold. He went to lay down <a href="in-bed.html">in bed</a> with a pad and paper. He began to write. Although he hadn’t tried it much in bed before, he liked it mostly. His arm got tired journeying across the page like a series of switchbacks down the wall of the Grand Canyon. He wrote this down in the margin, for later:</p>
- <p><em>Arm journeying across<br />the pg. like a<br />series of switch-<br />backs down the wall<br />of the Grand Canyon</em></p>
- <p>His arm began to pain him. He adjusted his position in the bed. It didn’t help much with the pain. It still hurt as he wrote. He began to be distracted by his mother’s music playing in the next room.</p>
- <p>“Could you turn that down please” he hollered across the wall to his mother. She made no reply (<a href="music-433.html">music too loud</a>). He gave his arm a break to look at what he’d written. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it. It looked like Arabic.</p>
- <p>He woke up gasping in a sweat.</p>
- </section>
-</article>
+ </header>
+ <section class="content prose">
+ <p>It had gotten cold. He went to lay down <a href="in-bed.html">in bed</a> with a pad and paper. He began to write. Although he hadn’t tried it much in bed before, he liked it mostly. His arm got tired journeying across the page like a series of switchbacks down the wall of the Grand Canyon. He wrote this down in the margin, for later:</p>
+ <p><em>Arm journeying across<br />the pg. like a<br />series of switch-<br />backs down the wall<br />of the Grand Canyon</em></p>
+ <p>His arm began to pain him. He adjusted his position in the bed. It didn’t help much with the pain. It still hurt as he wrote. He began to be distracted by his mother’s music playing in the next room.</p>
+ <p>“Could you turn that down please” he hollered across the wall to his mother. She made no reply (<a href="music-433.html">music too loud</a>). He gave his arm a break to look at what he’d written. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it. It looked like Arabic.</p>
+ <p>He woke up gasping in a sweat.</p>
+ </section>
+ </article>
<nav>
<a class="prevlink" href="underwear.html"
title="Next article in Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods">
@@ -61,5 +60,5 @@
Early
</a>
</nav>
-</body>
+ </body>
</html>
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