Let the rhythmic sway of the surf dismantle the geometry of your mind until only the fluid arc of the movement remains.
Some things aren't meant to be counted, only felt in the cool salt air while the tide pulls the heavy thoughts away.
A reading from Psalms 125:3
For the sceptre of wickedness shall not rest upon the lot of the righteous; That the righteous put not forth their hands unto iniquity.
— Psalms 125:3 (en_asv)
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The righteous shall not rest.
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