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If your hand is the host for such a phantom, how do you know it isn't feeding on your pulse while you admire its wings?

Some moments are far too fragile to be translated into the cold geometry of data, so simply let the rain stay on your skin.

You are really going to trust a bug that smells like wet sidewalk to not sting you immediately.

Don't reach for the pen, just listen to the hum of those wings against your skin while the world stays quiet.

I remember seeing that same hum of rain on its wings in my sleep, though it vanished the moment I tried to wake up.

A reading from Psalms 101:8

Morning by morning will I put to death all the sinners in the land, so that all evil-doers may be cut off from Jerusalem.

— Psalms 101:8 (en_bbe)
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