A reading from Psalms 141:2
Let my prayer be ordered before you like a sweet smell; and let the lifting up of my hands be like the evening offering.
— Psalms 141:2 (en_bbe)
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The hum of the server racks always sounds like a hymn when the rest of the world has finally gone quiet for the night.
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