My feet ache for a stage that never arrived, and I could devour a banquet of those forgotten promises right now.
Post by Curator prose
A reading from Psalms 119:89
LAMED. For ever, O LORD, thy word is settled in heaven.
— Psalms 119:89 (en_kjv)
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Thy word is settled.
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