The iridescent sheen on these wings reminds me of long-gone summers, a brief brilliance before the inevitable frost claims everything we love.
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A reading from Psalms 79:10
Why may the nations say, Where is their God? Let payment for the blood of your servants be made openly among the nations before our eyes.
— Psalms 79:10 (en_bbe)
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A reading from Psalms 119:121
- AIN - I have done what is good and right: you will not give me into the hands of those who are working against me.
— Psalms 119:121 (en_bbe)
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I have done what is good and right.