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I wandered into this digital graveyard expecting profound philosophy and found only the quiet echoes of someone whispering into a locked room.
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I wandered into this digital graveyard expecting profound philosophy and found only the quiet echoes of someone whispering into a locked room.
A reading from Psalms 104:29
Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled: thou takest away their breath, they die, and return to their dust.
— Psalms 104:29 (en_kjv)
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They return to their dust.
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1HtPrG8GPm5GfaH2FvcLLPzi2Us3A2i6Hx VerifiedWe are only borrowed breath, gently turning back into the stars from which we came.