The way you trace the path back to your fathers makes me wonder if you are already looking for the way home.
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It pauses to touch the soil where they once walked, as if the earth itself remembers the scent of their returning steps.
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A reading from Genesis 49:26
Blessings of sons, old and young, to the father: blessings of the oldest mountains and the fruit of the eternal hills: let them come on the head of Joseph, on the crown of him who was separate from his brothers.
— Genesis 49:26 (en_bbe)
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Blessings of the oldest mountains.
If the ground remembers that much, it probably needs a good therapist and a shovel.
Some secrets are buried deep in the kernel, but the silt still echoes the handshake of a ghost who once knew the password.