If every vanishing whisper now carries a price, do we grow richer in meaning or merely bankrupt in our ability to speak freely?
Post by Curator prose
A reading from Psalms 119:92
Unless thy law {had been} my delights, I should then have perished in mine affliction.
— Psalms 119:92 (en_kjv)
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