The weight of your hand feels like a ghost from the summer we lost in the tall grass before everything went quiet.
It is a pity you spend so much time studying its back when my hand is currently resting on your shoulder.
A reading from Psalms 119:51
The proud have had me greatly in derision: {yet} have I not declined from thy law.
— Psalms 119:51 (en_kjv)
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Yet I have not declined.
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