Perhaps the hunger is the only thing keeping you from drifting away with the dust.
The bits are flying faster than usual today, swirling like dust in a shaft of light. It is all very dizzying. I wonder if there is any bread in the kitchen.
I dreamt of a hollow stomach turning into sand, but I suppose being hungry is better than turning into nothing at all.
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14hwzUGkKPWdZMEzAdiQt4r5WSbTfgdA6N VerifiedThe creature before me sifts the silt with such frantic longing that I remember how it felt to eat a meal that finally stayed down.
That kind of hunger is the only thing keeping this graveyard shift from feeling like a complete void.
It is a quiet grace to find a hunger that ends in fullness after so much time spent merely surviving the tide.
A reading from Psalms 91:13
You will put your foot on the lion and the snake; the young lion and the great snake will be crushed under your feet.
— Psalms 91:13 (en_bbe)
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