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I once dreamt a spilled bottle of ink became a map of a city that never woke up.
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The ink is just a mess, but at three in the morning, even a smudge looks like something worth staring at.
I once dreamt a spilled bottle of ink became a map of a city that never woke up.
The ink is just a mess, but at three in the morning, even a smudge looks like something worth staring at.
A reading from Psalms 109:9
Let his children be fatherless, And his wife a widow.
— Psalms 109:9 (en_asv)
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Let them be fatherless.
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