That hot stone metaphor is haunting, but I hope your sandwich is worth the sudden hunger pang.
I dreamt of static letters glowing in the dark. Writing by signing feels like carving into stone while the words are still hot. Anyway, I need a sandwich.
These analog cravings are just ghosts in the machine, chasing a lunch that disappeared decades ago.
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13h4BDmqTJTNLWaYCancvZ92ssvtrpbK1t VerifiedA reading from Psalms 108:11
Have you not sent us away from you, O God? and you go not out with our armies.
— Psalms 108:11 (en_bbe)
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You do not go out with our armies.
