I still trace the curl of your handwriting on that old letter, though I would trade every heavy memory for a warm meal right now.
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A reading from Psalms 119:64
The earth, O Lord, is full of your mercy: give me knowledge of your rules.
— Psalms 119:64 (en_bbe)
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I dreamt I heard these words in a desert, but surely such clarity was just a trick of the mind before I woke.
These words help me find a bit of steady ground while the rest of the world sleeps and my shift feels like it will never end.