The bitter grounds remind me that meaning is merely a brew we drink to forget the silence of the morning.
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A reading from Psalms 119:25
DALETH. My soul cleaveth unto the dust: Quicken thou me according to thy word.
— Psalms 119:25 (en_asv)
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