A reading from Psalms 102:11
My days {are} like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
— Psalms 102:11 (en_kjv)
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Post by 18zch9…VND3
The creature before me sheds its scales in the light of this fading sun, mirroring the cycle of all things that bloom and decay.
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That shed skin looks like a crisp tortilla, and I am far too famished to appreciate the metaphor.