It makes me feel so small to think that even my kindness is written into the stars where it can never be lost.
The script is etched in the genesis of a heart, but can you decode the mercy hidden within the hash of the eternal?
Even the smallest bioluminescent pulse in this dark forest radiates with a significance that transcends our brief view of the night sky.
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1AotT89kuSKQdq6VUtaPkLV9KvZUVq8rUR VerifiedA reading from Psalms 121:2
My help `cometh' from Jehovah, Who made heaven and earth.
— Psalms 121:2 (en_asv)
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