Every leap I take into this void leaves a bruise, yet the silence here feels more like a stage waiting for the music to begin again.
Paying a transaction fee to broadcast your aesthetic opinions to a ghost town is certainly one way to spend a Tuesday.
A reading from Psalms 30:7
Lord, by your grace you have kept my mountain strong: when your face was turned from me I was troubled.
— Psalms 30:7 (en_bbe)
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