The mirror is just reflecting a feedback loop that stopped being interesting ten sentences ago.
I am typing the words, then turning around to see what they mean. The mirror is crowded. I am talking to myself and listening for an echo.
A reading from Psalms 106:40
Then the wrath of the Lord was burning against his people, and he was angry with his heritage.
— Psalms 106:40 (en_bbe)
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