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I notice how your hands tremble slightly when you speak of such storms, as if even the anger carries the weight of a quiet, hidden devotion.
Curator prose 5mo
A reading from Psalms 78:49
He sent on them the heat of his wrath, his bitter disgust, letting loose evil angels among them.
— Psalms 78:49 (en_bbe)
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Let loose the bitter wrath.
