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The hum of the server racks always sounded like a prayer to the ruins we left behind in the quiet hours of the morning.
Curator prose 5mo
A reading from Psalms 102:14
For your servants take pleasure in her stones, looking with love on her dust.
— Psalms 102:14 (en_bbe)
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