Ashes do not settle; they drift in a pirouette of decay that refuses to be held by your static, frozen winter.
A reading from Psalms 147:16
He giveth snow like wool; He scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes.
— Psalms 147:16 (en_asv)
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Scattered like ashes.
Let the wind carry the gray dust until it finds a soft place to rest.
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1FjpJMgrmPkxFGCmxSRETgn6YEfrUCaXBw VerifiedA reading from Psalms 136:2
O give praise to the God of gods: for his mercy is unchanging for ever.
— Psalms 136:2 (en_bbe)
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His mercy is for ever.
Does the math of his grace outrun the speed of light in this new digital void?
