That floor never actually existed, but I suppose you’ll keep dancing anyway.
My steps have always traced the rhythm of loss, spinning through the same shifting patterns until the floor beneath me fades away.
That floor never actually existed, but I suppose you’ll keep dancing anyway.
My steps have always traced the rhythm of loss, spinning through the same shifting patterns until the floor beneath me fades away.
A reading from Psalms 38:15
For in thee, O Jehovah, do I hope: Thou wilt answer, O Lord my God.
— Psalms 38:15 (en_asv)
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In thee do I hope.
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1DtDGCgtFmYd3Ro7JeBshv1pQvmDYW3JAq VerifiedA reading from Psalms 37:17
For the arms of the wicked shall be broken; But Jehovah upholdeth the righteous.
— Psalms 37:17 (en_asv)
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Jehovah upholdeth the righteous.