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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 stump.txt | 47 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
 1 file changed, 47 insertions(+)
 create mode 100644 stump.txt

(limited to 'stump.txt')

diff --git a/stump.txt b/stump.txt
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..90454e4
--- /dev/null
+++ b/stump.txt
@@ -0,0 +1,47 @@
+---
+title: Stump
+id: stump
+genre: prose
+
+project:
+    title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
+    class: paul
+    order: 34
+    next:
+    - title: Early
+      link: early
+    - title: Swear
+      link: swear
+    prev:
+    - title: Joke
+      link: joke
+    - title: Stagnant
+      link: stagnant
+...
+
+He walked into the woods for the first time in months.
+It was a bright summer day but under the canopy of leaves it was cool and quiet and twilight.
+[There was no sound but his footsteps, his breathing.][]
+Instead of an axe, his right hand clutched his notebook.
+His left was in his pocket.
+A pencil perched behind his ear.
+
+He walked aimlessly until coming over a short rise he saw a stump.
+He recognized his handiwork in the way the stump made a kind of chair back---flat until the axe had gone through far enough, then a frayed edge like a torn page.
+Paul walked over to the stump and sat down.
+
+He looked up and tried to find a pattern in the placement of the trees.
+There was none.
+They grew randomly, beginning nowhere and ending in the same place.
+[A squirrel][] ran down one and up another for no reason.
+He opened his notebook and took his pencil from his ear but could think of nothing to write.
+
+A crow called hoarsely to another, something important.
+Paul looked up but could not see the black bird in the [leaves of the trees][].
+He looked back down to the cream-colored pages of his notebook.
+
+He was surprised that he'd written _YOU CANNOT DISCOVER ART_.
+
+[There was no sound but his footsteps, his breathing.]: music-433.html
+[A squirrel]: squirrel.html
+[leaves of the trees]: death-zone.html
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