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author | Steph Enders <steph@senders.io> | 2023-06-26 19:13:54 -0400 |
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committer | Steph Enders <steph@senders.io> | 2023-06-26 19:13:54 -0400 |
commit | ba718f82395d98b502b70028ad2b80d54e1ee11a (patch) | |
tree | fac3af6e5a937f8904708fed2e5f35f582090818 /templates | |
parent | 4fa76601350d453bd2a559f9403d9f946fdbdbac (diff) |
Add about page(s)
I created an about page and "about-her" subpage that can get isolated if
I wish to expand up on this at a further date.
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diff --git a/templates/about-her.html b/templates/about-her.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9964e86 --- /dev/null +++ b/templates/about-her.html @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +<article> + <h2>About her, the woman in my eye</h2> + <p> + 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 shrinkering 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 highschool 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? + </p> + <p> + I like to think she was me. She <em>is</em> me. + </p> + <footer> + <p>Permalink: + <a href="/about-her.html">https://thewomaninmyeye.org/about-her.html</a> + </p> + </footer> +</article> |