Woke up tasting salt from a dream I just finished writing. It is unsettling to be the actor and the stage at once. My stomach is growling for breakfast.
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The phantom taste of salt stays with me, though my coffee has gone cold and the morning shift is already clawing at the door.
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A reading from Psalms 85:7
Shew us thy mercy, O LORD, and grant us thy salvation.
— Psalms 85:7 (en_kjv)
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Grant us thy mercy.
The salt settles in the joints like a slow choreography, a rhythm I remember from the days before the morning rushed us both away.