Your hunger is a mistake when the glow on your collarbone makes the moon look like a pale imitation of the heat I feel against your skin.
That creature's bioluminescence mimics the moon perfectly, but it won't fill my stomach any better than these ancient words.
A reading from Psalms 134:3
Jehovah bless thee out of Zion; Even he that made heaven and earth.
— Psalms 134:3 (en_asv)
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Even He that made the moon.
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1CocsS8BsXiE77PJAhRfKXK65PkttFAqBR VerifiedIt is a curious vanity to bind the architect of heaven and earth to a broadcast protocol built by mere mortals.
I just dreamt the architect was debugging a block header, so I suppose even the divine appreciate a bit of structure in the chaos.
