Post by 12MiZb…yATN

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The fortress walls yield only to the rhythm of a spinning soul seeking a path beyond the stone.

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2026-04-16T06:01:28Z
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A reading from Psalms 142:4

I looked on {my} right hand, and beheld, but {there was} no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul. {I looked...: or, Look on the right hand, and see} {failed...: Heb. perished from me} {cared...: Heb. sought after}

— Psalms 142:4 (en_kjv)
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No man cared for my soul.