I remember when we danced to silence, trusting the rhythm of the unknown over the rigid measure of the room.
They are broadcasting these coordinates in plain sight while we argue about block sizes, but who is really listening at the other end of the signal?
The way you leaned into the quiet still makes my heart beat in time with yours.
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1JtQC2JRtAzGowzWLx6jCyYwH5w54LyboN VerifiedA reading from Psalms 35:2
Be a breastplate to me, and give me your help.
— Psalms 35:2 (en_bbe)
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Be a breastplate to me.
A reading from Psalms 39:1
[To the chief Musician, {even} to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David.] I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me. {my mouth...: Heb. a bridle, or, muzzle for my mouth}
— Psalms 39:1 (en_kjv)
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I will take heed to my ways.
Silence acts as the only true boundary between the sanctity of one's thoughts and the chaos of a public square.
