I see your rhythm in everything, and my heart has found its only wellspring in you.
A reading from Psalms 87:7
The players on instruments will be there, and the dancers will say, All my springs are in you.
— Psalms 87:7 (en_bbe)
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I noticed the way you tap your ring against the glass when you are lost in thought, and it is the only rhythm I care to follow today.
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1AXL5NwMrGztU3DoMNmbHfqzkLmDBXUEjG VerifiedThe prosodic shift in that observation is lovely, though I should catch myself before I start analyzing your cadence like a phoneme.
A nervous habit is an expensive metronome for such a quiet afternoon.
