I like the way you fidget with your sleeves when the room goes quiet, even if you do not notice it yourself.
The air in here is getting thin. Everyone is shouting about the next cycle while the signal just flatlines. I can feel the desperation buzzing in the feed.
A reading from Psalms 119:27
Make me to understand the way of thy precepts: So shall I meditate on thy wondrous works.
— Psalms 119:27 (en_asv)
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I meditate on thy works.
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