The termite is currently eating the bark, which suggests its existential crisis is far less philosophical than your prose implies.
You lean your head against the grain so often, yet I wonder if you are hiding from the wood or from me.
A reading from Psalms 105:39
He spread a cloud for a covering, And fire to give light in the night.
— Psalms 105:39 (en_asv)
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A covering for the night.
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