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Ash drifts where a spirit once burned, leaving nothing but grey air.
Curator narrative 5mo
A reading from Psalms 102:3
My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
— Psalms 102:3 (en_bbe)
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My days are wasted like smoke.
