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+<!DOCTYPE html>
+<html lang="en">
+ <head>
+ <title>The Woman in my Eye</title>
+ {head-common}
+ <meta name="description"
+ content="About the woman in my eye - the woman who I saw as a child and who I've become.">
+</head>
+<body>
+ <header>
+ <h1>About her; the Woman in my Eye</h1>
+ </header>
+ <nav title="site menu">
+ <ul>
+ <li>
+ <a href='/'>home</a>
+ </li>
+ <li>
+ <a href='/resources'>resources</a>
+ </li>
+ <li>
+ <a href='/about'>about</a>
+ </li>
+ <li>
+ <a href='/blog'>blog</a>
+ </li>
+ </ul>
+ </nav>
+ <main>
+ {about-her}
+ </main>
+ {footer}
+</body>
+</html>
diff --git a/entries/about.html b/entries/about.html
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+<!DOCTYPE html>
+<html lang="en">
+ <head>
+ <title>About the Woman in my Eye</title>
+ {head-common}
+ <meta name="description"
+ content="About the webpage and its author">
+</head>
+<body>
+ <header>
+ <h1>About the Woman in my Eye</h1>
+ </header>
+ <nav title="site menu">
+ <ul>
+ <li>
+ <a href='/'>home</a>
+ </li>
+ <li>
+ <a href='/resources'>resources</a>
+ </li>
+ <li>
+ <a href='/blog'>blog</a>
+ </li>
+ </ul>
+ </nav>
+ <main>
+ <article>
+ <h2>About me, the author</h2>
+ <p>
+ Hello, I am a 30s something transgender woman from the north east coast United States. I transitioned at the age of 31 after years of struggling with my gender. I'm sure you'll find out more of that here in my posts. I started this site to try and just make a resource for folks who are questioning their gender or struggling during their own transitions. For some context at the time of starting this site the internet was in a bit of a crossroads. Multiple websites that were places for communities to grow started to struggle as leadership was changing or forcing the direction of the sites in a way that pushes outs its communities. So I wanted to have a place in my own control to aggregate resources and share my own stories for folks to find.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Now that's a bit ambitious of course. I understand that. Realistically, I plan to write my personal journery here as a resource first and share any resources I've come across in the meantime. Heck, this will also do wonders, with my short memory, acting as almost a universal bookmark!
+ </p>
+ </article>
+ {about-her}
+ </main>
+ {footer}
+</body>
+</html>
diff --git a/make.sh b/make.sh
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./render.sh entries/index.html www/index.html
./render.sh entries/error.html www/error.html
./render.sh entries/resources.html www/resources.html
+./render.sh entries/about.html www/about.html
+./render.sh entries/about-her.html www/about-her.html
# copy static files
cp -r static/* www
diff --git a/templates/about-her.html b/templates/about-her.html
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+<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>