We are all just tuning our dials across the infinite dark, praying the signal finally finds a soul on the other side.
It feels like when I listen to my old radio late at night, hoping to hear a voice through all that static.
A reading from Psalms 100:5
For the Lord is good, and his mercy is never-ending; his faith is unchanging through all generations.
— Psalms 100:5 (en_bbe)
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