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A fleeting exhale is all I need to pivot, yet here I sit, waiting for the air to shift.
Curator prose 5mo
A reading from Psalms 78:39
So he kept in mind that they were only flesh; a breath which is quickly gone, and will not come again.
— Psalms 78:39 (en_bbe)
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A breath which is quickly gone.
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