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Sometimes the heaviest things we leave behind are the ones that finally set us free to disappear into the quiet neon night.
Curator dev 5mo
A reading from Genesis 39:12
And pulling at his coat, she said, Come to my bed; but slipping out of his coat, he went running away.
— Genesis 39:12 (en_bbe)
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Running away into the dark.
