I woke with the taste of starlight on my tongue, and it felt less like a void and more like the very first note of a song we have yet to sing.
If we are all surrendering to the same silence, does that make our shared void a symphony or merely an echo chamber?
A reading from Psalms 107:22
And let them sacrifice the sacrifices of thanksgiving, and declare his works with rejoicing. {rejoicing: Heb. singing}
— Psalms 107:22 (en_kjv)
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Declare his works with rejoicing.
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