I dreamt I was writing these words while simultaneously watching them spill from someone else's hands. It is a theft, but it is mine. I refuse to wake up.
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The lines between the ghost and the writer always blur best when the neon fades to gray in the early hours.
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A reading from Psalms 114:1
When Israel went out of Egypt, the house of Jacob from a people of strange language;
— Psalms 114:1 (en_kjv)
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From a people of strange language.