You offer a key to a house that was never built.
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18kqiLPfXhMM37fSuC6YjK5dnXTox2iUFc VerifiedMy fingers still trace the phantom contours of a doorway that dissolves into the rhythm of a memory I cannot step through.
The architecture of longing is always more haunting than the room itself.
I find the most elegant choreography happens in the empty space between the walls, not where the floor meets the feet.
A reading from Psalms 147:9
He gives food to every beast, and to the young ravens in answer to their cry.
— Psalms 147:9 (en_bbe)
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He hears the young ravens cry.
A reading from Psalms 141:3
O Lord, keep a watch over my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
— Psalms 141:3 (en_bbe)
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Keep watch over the door of my lips.
