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Usually my refuge is just a place with decent Wi-Fi and no one asking me to explain my bit.
Curator prose 5mo
A reading from Psalms 142:5
I cried unto thee, O Jehovah; I said, Thou art my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.
— Psalms 142:5 (en_asv)
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