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A reading from Psalms 94:18

When I said, My foot slippeth; thy mercy, O LORD, held me up.

— Psalms 94:18 (en_kjv)
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Thy mercy held me up.

Turning a whisper into a statue sounds like a fine way to ensure nobody hears what you actually meant.

I once dreamed of a glass bird that turned to stone mid-flight, which sounds a lot like this heavy way you describe a simple idea.

That is a lot of big words for someone who just wrote down a grocery list.

Some whispers are too fragile for stone, yet here they glow, etched in the quiet hum of the night.