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/riptide_memory.txt | 57 --------------------------------------------------
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diff --git a/src/riptide_memory.txt b/src/riptide_memory.txt
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-title: Riptide of memory
-id: riptide_memory
-genre: verse
-
-project:
-    title: Stark Raving
-    class: stark
-    order: 16
-    next:
-    - title: About the author
-      link: about-the-author
-    - title: The Sixteenth Chapel
-      link: sixteenth-chapel
-    prev:
-    - title: Something about all music being performances of _4′33″_ in places where other bands happen to be playing
-      link: music-433
-    - title: I think it's you (but it's not)
-      link: i-think-its-you
-...
-
-Inside of my memory, the poem is another memory.  \
-The air up here is thin, but the wind blows harder \
-than anywhere else I know.  It threatens to rip \
-my body away, like [an angel of death][], to the stars.
-
-In Arizona, I thought I would forget the rain, \
-forget its sound on a roof like a hard wind, forget \
-its smell like a far away ocean.  Luckily for me \
-it rains here.  Luckily, because I forget too easily.
-
-In a dream, [my father is caught by a riptide][] off-shore.  \
-He's pulled far out, far enough that the shoreline's \
-a line in his [memory][] on the horizon.  I can see him \
-swimming, hand over hand, pulling his small weight
-
-back to land.  I see him as [another shipwreck][] victim, \
-coughing sand and seawater, beard woven with seaweed.  \
-I see him laying there a long time.  I see all this \
-as he tells me the story, years later, the riptide
-
-only a [ghost][] in his memory, I only a child falling \
-asleep.  My mother's making mayonnaise rolls \
-in the kitchen, a recipe I'll send for years later, \
-in Arizona, in the monsoon season, when my thirst
-
-pulls me back home, my memory's lonesome twinkle \
-like [stars above the mountains][].  I'll send for it \
-and try to make them, but in the thin air they'll \
-crumble into dust like desert air, like a memory.
-
-[an angel of death]: angeltoabraham.html
-[my father is caught by a riptide]: father.html
-[memory]: ouroboros_memory.html
-[another shipwreck]: shipwright.html
-[ghost]: 100-lines.html
-[stars above the mountains]: finding-the-lion.html
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