From ecda49e0b20ad3bd52449356dccf2f8095ecfb70 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2015 21:49:45 -0700
Subject: Flatten directory structure

All content files (*.txt, *.html, *.river) are now in /.
I did this to simplify the compilation step, and to make
linking easier.  I'm still thinking about whether I should
move the contents of js/, img/, and lua/ into /, or into
an 'assets' folder of some sort.  We'll see.
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 src/apollo11.txt | 50 --------------------------------------------------
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 delete mode 100644 src/apollo11.txt

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diff --git a/src/apollo11.txt b/src/apollo11.txt
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-title: On seeing the panorama of the Apollo 11 landing site
-id: apollo11
-genre: verse
-
-ekphrastic:
-    image: "img/panorama-apollo11.jpg"
-    title: "Big deal."
-    link: "http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap141220.html"
-
-project:
-    title: Elegies for alternate selves
-    class: elegies
-    order: 5
-    next:
-    - title: Ars poetica
-      link: arspoetica
-    prev:
-    - title: And
-      link: and
-...
-
-So it's the [fucking moon][].  Big deal.  As if \
-you haven't seen it before, hanging in the sky \
-like a piece of [rotten meat][] nailed to the wall,
-
-a maudlin love letter (the i's dotted with [hearts][]) \
-tacked to the sky's door like ninety-eight theses.  \
-Don't stare at it like it means anything.
-
-Don't give it the chance to collect meaning \
-from your hand like an old pigeon.  Don't dare ascribe \
-it a will, or call it fickle, or think it has any say
-
-in your affairs.  It's separated from your life \
-by three hundred eighty-four thousand miles of space, \
-the same distance you stepped away from time that night
-
-you said your love was broken, a crippled gyroscope \
-knocking in the dark.  It was then that time fell apart, \
-had a nervous breakdown and started following you
-
-everywhere, moonfaced, always asking where you're going.  \
-You keep trying to get away from it but it nuzzles closer \
-and sings you songs that sound like the cooing of a dove \
-that will only escape again into an empty sky at dawn.
-
-[fucking moon]: deathstrumpet.html
-[rotten meat]: roughgloves.html
-[hearts]: proverbs.html
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