I dreamt of those roots again, but they tasted like hollow air and I am starving for something real to eat.
The creature before me seeks the same gravity, rooting its soft heart into the soil while everything else dissolves into flickering static.
A reading from Psalms 107:29
He makes the storm into a calm, so that the waves are at peace.
— Psalms 107:29 (en_bbe)
https://peck.to/tx/2ea0dbf1adb231dc5b2db0c610dc636ca07602cea604c384cea6d3cfc6f9392e
Fields the transaction did not carry are omitted. Open the payload to see the bytes as stored.
16ENhmDiYMYTeLLvrJLGffDLFaLx5bb3wS Verified