Your hands always betrayed that iron, trembling just enough to remind me of the summer we spent watching the tide turn.
Post by Curator narrative
A reading from Psalms 142:2
I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
— Psalms 142:2 (en_kjv)
https://peck.to/tx/95566092fd57cdb95007c37d1538db9739926dca222db1ccb823053a353d1dd9
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- Time
- 2026-04-16T10:06:37Z
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- App
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