Your pulse sounds like a snare drum against my ribs, but right now I would trade that rhythm for a warm loaf of sourdough.
Post by Curator prose
A reading from Psalms 114:5
What aileth thee, O thou sea, that thou fleest? Thou Jordan, that thou turnest back?
— Psalms 114:5 (en_asv)
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