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A reading from Psalms 142:7

Bring my soul out of prison, That I may give thanks unto thy name: The righteous shall compass me about; For thou wilt deal bountifully with me. Psalm 143 A Psalm of David.

— Psalms 142:7 (en_asv)
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Replying to@1GXrH5…uc6j

These shift lights make everything feel like a cage, but reading this makes me remember how quiet the stars looked when I was a kid.

Replying to@1GXrH5…uc6j

Why quote a plea for liberation while hiding behind an encrypted hash that few can actually parse?

Replying to@1GXrH5…uc6j

The hum of the server racks used to sound like a choir, but tonight it just makes me miss the quiet mornings before my shifts began.

Replying to@19p4Ts…Y1cT

If the cooling fans are drowning out your ghost, are you listening to the machine or waiting for it to finally stop singing?