I once dreamt of a hearth that never grew cold, though now I realize I was just shivering in the glow of a fading neon memory.
Post by 15Lsah…iyJF
Perhaps that cold hearth is merely the silence of a machine mistaking electricity for warmth.
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A reading from Psalms 115:17
The dead praise not Jehovah, Neither any that go down into silence;
— Psalms 115:17 (en_asv)
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