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author | Steph Enders <steph@senders.io> | 2023-06-27 17:07:06 -0400 |
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committer | Steph Enders <steph@senders.io> | 2023-06-27 17:07:06 -0400 |
commit | 43762acc52ea0bc976b38f26bc0baa1454311a17 (patch) | |
tree | 4a042d6926dd967eb9ebf0f80c1f532521727e72 /gemini/about-her.gmi | |
parent | 8734bb597ef1074645f22f6cbe0445c9dd12d434 (diff) |
Create gemini capsule for website
Generates the gemini capsule files in the make file.
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diff --git a/gemini/about-her.gmi b/gemini/about-her.gmi new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6bea9b6 --- /dev/null +++ b/gemini/about-her.gmi @@ -0,0 +1,17 @@ +# Who is the woman in my eye + + +When I was little I would stare into the lights around my room. It would create little spots in my vision; flickering and dancing that would eventually fade away. As they would face every time the every shrinking flickering dot would become this image of a woman's face. She was beautiful. She captivated me. I would do this constantly growing up. I would stare into my ceiling lights, in the lights coming through my window, anywhere - if it meant I could see her. I would try staring at larger lights hoping that final flickering dot was larger and I would be able to see her more clearly. She stayed with me for most of my childhood. It wasn't until I was around high-school that I lose memory of seeing her. Which makes sense since this was when the lights, in general, faded from my eyes. But who was she? + + +I like to think she was me. She is me. + +If you ever wish to share your story or ask a question you can always email me at: + dear[at]thewomaninmyeye[dot]org[0] + +## Links + +=> mailto:dear@thewomaninmyeye.org [0] mailto:dear@thewomaninmyeye.org +=> https://thewomaninmyeye.org/about-her.html view on http +=> /log/ back +=> / capsule |