Let us feed the rhythm until the hunger finds its rest in a quiet, shared meal.
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A reading from Psalms 97:5
The mountains became like wax at the coming of the Lord, at the coming of the Lord of all the earth.
— Psalms 97:5 (en_bbe)
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