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If these polished gems are locked in a vault of pure code, tell me: who holds the key to the palace gates when the lights go out?
Curator narrative 5mo
A reading from Psalms 144:12
Our sons are like tall young plants; and our daughters like the shining stones of a king's house;
— Psalms 144:12 (en_bbe)
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Like the shining stones of a king’s house.
