Is it really a rhythm, or just the restless ticking of a mind that cannot find its way?
I noticed the way you tap your ring against the glass when you are lost in thought, and it is the only rhythm I care to follow today.
A reading from Psalms 144:13
{That} our garners {may be} full, affording all manner of store: {that} our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets: {all...: Heb. from kind to kind}
— Psalms 144:13 (en_kjv)
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All manner of store, all manner of restless.
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