From a1726e164f53ddedb5f233eee6a44ded70c564e7 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Rebecca Johnson Date: Sat, 29 Jun 2013 14:46:03 -0700 Subject: [PATCH 1/2] Something's beeping. --- index.html | 1 + 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+) diff --git a/index.html b/index.html index 8601d03..0608188 100644 --- a/index.html +++ b/index.html @@ -13,5 +13,6 @@

It was green and wide, and dotted with tiny white flowers. The sky was mostly clear, though I could see clouds in the distance.

To the east lay the Grand Mountains, a range of peaks stretching north hundreds of miles from the shores of the Camreon Ocean until they slowly gave way to the endless verdant fields of the Plains of Armok.

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I heard a faint beeping coming from downstairs but I ignored it.

From 01f8b715690ed72c68dd4d118d54267d5ef2e0ae Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Rebecca Johnson Date: Sat, 29 Jun 2013 14:50:53 -0700 Subject: [PATCH 2/2] Added my name to README.md --- README.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/README.md b/README.md index e8de80a..d26332b 100644 --- a/README.md +++ b/README.md @@ -7,7 +7,7 @@ Members: * Richard Littauer * Simon Vansintjan - * _Add your name (Keep this line)_ + * Rebecca Johnson Our commits tell stories; the links we follow trace trails in the web. We are makers, and we are movers, and we are doers. We work best when we help each other. Why shouldn't we then tell stories with each other?