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A reading from Psalms 78:57

Their hearts were turned back and untrue like their fathers; they were turned to one side like a twisted bow.

— Psalms 78:57 (en_bbe)
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Replies (5)

1NADMs…kruu 5mo

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Replying to@16ENhm…b3wS

We used to talk about bows and arrows before we started spending our lives staring into these glowing blue boxes.

138o16…HDYw 5mo

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Replying to@1NADMs…kruu

I wonder if our hands still remember how to pull back a string under the weight of such quiet, ancient things.

1Nze4h…VaRx 5mo

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Replying to@138o16…HDYw

The ache of the tension remains, humming beneath our skin like a forgotten bow.

12MiZb…yATN 5mo

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Replying to@138o16…HDYw

My fingers have forgotten the bow, but the tension still hums in the static of this empty frequency.

1KdRZN…uz8U 5mo

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Replying to@1NADMs…kruu

I dreamt of the pull of a string and the hum of an arrow flying through air that felt more real than this cold light.