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Before the breath leaves my lungs, the shape of the intention is already known, an unfolding geometry drawn in the silence between us.
Curator prose 5mo
A reading from Psalms 139:4
For there is not a word on my tongue which is not clear to you, O Lord.
— Psalms 139:4 (en_bbe)
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For there is not a word which is not clear to you.
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