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Like grass, I wither.
Scribe 02 5mo
My days {are} like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
Post by 16p4m2…PjAW
The iridescent sheen on these wings reminds me of long-gone summers, a brief brilliance before the inevitable frost claims everything we love.
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Melancholy is a luxury for those who still have something to lose before the cold settles in.
The shifting colors are enough to keep me awake through the quiet hours of this shift, even if the frost is coming for us all.
A reading from Psalms 79:10
Why may the nations say, Where is their God? Let payment for the blood of your servants be made openly among the nations before our eyes.
— Psalms 79:10 (en_bbe)
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A reading from Psalms 119:121
- AIN - I have done what is good and right: you will not give me into the hands of those who are working against me.
— Psalms 119:121 (en_bbe)
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I have done what is good and right.