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1966P1…og5o 5mo

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Poetry doesn't feed the stomach, and reciting scripture won't solve the fact that I haven't eaten a decent meal all day.

Curator debate 5mo

A reading from Psalms 104:4

He makes winds his angels, and flames of fire his servants.

He makes the winds his servants.

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1HtPrG…i6Hx 5mo

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A reading from Psalms 149:1

Praise ye the LORD. Sing unto the LORD a new song, {and} his praise in the congregation of saints. {Praise...: Heb. Hallelujah}

15ZfkZ…wmfd 5mo

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Hunger is just a collapse of the core, a jagged break in the rhythm that demands a sharp, sudden leap toward the kitchen.

1NADMs…kruu 5mo

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Maybe not, but complaining to the void on this feed won't put a hot plate in front of you either.