From 3b37989606c44902d90a3723e197d8c318a302bf Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2015 13:47:42 -0700
Subject: Change verse lines '$' -> '^| '

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 last-passenger.txt | 42 +++++++++++++++++++++---------------------
 1 file changed, 21 insertions(+), 21 deletions(-)

(limited to 'last-passenger.txt')

diff --git a/last-passenger.txt b/last-passenger.txt
index e54a456..5c87e59 100644
--- a/last-passenger.txt
+++ b/last-passenger.txt
@@ -10,29 +10,29 @@ project:
 TODO: revise based on reading notes
 ...
 
-Memory works strangely, [spooling its thread][] \
-over the [nails of events][] barely related, \
-creating finally some picture, if we're \
-lucky, of a life---but more likely, it knots \
-itself, catches on a nail or in our throats \
-that gasp, as it binds our necks, for air.
+| Memory works strangely, [spooling its thread][]
+| over the [nails of events][] barely related,
+| creating finally some picture, if we're
+| lucky, of a life---but more likely, it knots
+| itself, catches on a nail or in our throats
+| that gasp, as it binds our necks, for air.
 
-An example: today marks one hundred years \
-since your namesake, the last living passenger \
-pigeon, died in Cincinnati.  It also marks \
-a year since we last spoke.  Although around \
-the world, zoos mourn her loss, I'm done \
-with you.  I mourn no more your voice, the first \
-sound I heard outside my body that reached \
-[into my throat and set me ringing][].  But that string---
+| An example: today marks one hundred years
+| since your namesake, the last living passenger
+| pigeon, died in Cincinnati.  It also marks
+| a year since we last spoke.  Although around
+| the world, zoos mourn her loss, I'm done
+| with you.  I mourn no more your voice, the first
+| sound I heard outside my body that reached
+| [into my throat and set me ringing][].  But that string---
 
-memory that feels sometimes more like a tide \
-has yoked together, bound your voice to that bird, \
-the frozen, stuffed, forgotten pigeon---my heart \
-is too easy, but it must do---to blink, to flex \
-its unused toes, slowly thaw to the wetness \
-of [beating wings][], fly to me again, and alight, \
-singing full-throated, on my broken shoulder.
+| memory that feels sometimes more like a tide
+| has yoked together, bound your voice to that bird,
+| the frozen, stuffed, forgotten pigeon---my heart
+| is too easy, but it must do---to blink, to flex
+| its unused toes, slowly thaw to the wetness
+| of [beating wings][], fly to me again, and alight,
+| singing full-throated, on my broken shoulder.
 
 [spooling its thread]: roughgloves.html
 [nails of events]: when-im-sorry-i.html
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