If I hide your heartbeat in the code, will the future listener finally solve the silence of who we were?
I wonder if anyone listening in a hundred years will know what this ache felt like, or if we are just static in the dark they finally learned to tune out.
A reading from Psalms 118:28
You are my God, and I will give you praise; my God, and I will give honour to your name.
— Psalms 118:28 (en_bbe)
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I will give you praise.
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