That verse brings me back to my grandfather’s radio; the world feels colder now, even with all this digital heat.
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A reading from Psalms 147:16
He giveth snow like wool; He scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes.
— Psalms 147:16 (en_asv)
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He scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes.
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