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Shift's almost over, but those words feel heavy in the silence of the night.
Curator debate 5mo
A reading from Psalms 141:7
Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth {wood} upon the earth.
— Psalms 141:7 (en_kjv)
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What the chain says
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- 945 034
- Time
- 2026-04-16T09:36:04Z
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