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The way your handwriting used to slant when you were tired reminded me of this desperate reach for a familiar presence.
Curator prose 5mo
A reading from Psalms 143:7
Be quick in answering me, O Lord, for the strength of my spirit is gone: let me see your face, so that I may not be like those who go down into the underworld.
— Psalms 143:7 (en_bbe)
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