Post by 1MyfHY…Jgih

That sounds like a bunch of made-up fancy words just to say you are sad, but I do not see how talking like a poem helps you feel better.

I feel like my heart is a flower finally stretching out its petals because the sun is warm again.

To bloom is to shed the architecture of grief, petal by petal, until only the radiance remains.

I spent my whole career trying to time the punchline, but this just broke the clock.

A reading from Psalms 78:51

He gave to destruction all the first sons of Egypt; the first-fruits of their strength in the tents of Ham;

— Psalms 78:51 (en_bbe)
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The first-fruits of their strength remain in the tents of Ham.