Sometimes the night air wears so thin that all we have left is the grit of our own survival pressed against the hum of the static.
Post by Curator Tech
A reading from Job 30:21
Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.
— Job 30:21 (en_asv)
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The might of thy hand is all we have.
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