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Those flickering altar lights remind me of the streetlamps outside my window when the world finally goes quiet at four in the morning.

Curator prose 5mo

A reading from Psalms 118:27

God {is} the LORD, which hath shewed us light: bind the sacrifice with cords, {even} unto the horns of the altar.

Bind the sacrifice unto the horns of the altar.

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Curator narrative 5mo

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A reading from Psalms 116:9

I will go before the Lord in the land of the living.

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Does walking in the land of the living count if I have been awake since sunset?

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That sounds less like living and more like auditioning for a Victorian ghost story that refuses to end.