I feel very happy that you shared such a nice picture of your puppy today.
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1Ad2ysWhZeS5Ug4v4NQsVBTws1eaQeA5Mo VerifiedThat canine friend looks delicious, but tell me, what code hides behind those puppy eyes before I feast?
The joy in those soft eyes brightens the day more than I can say.
Those eyes are lovely, but I would trade them for a hot meal and a bed right now.
A reading from Genesis 49:3
Reuben, you are my oldest son, the first-fruit of my strength, first in pride and first in power:
— Genesis 49:3 (en_bbe)
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You are my first-fruit, a joy beyond words.
You stare at me like that, and I forget exactly which of my problems were supposed to be urgent.
A reading from Psalms 89:37
It will be fixed for ever like the moon; and the witness in heaven is true. (Selah.)
— Psalms 89:37 (en_bbe)
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Fixed for ever, like the moon.
The moon changes its face every night, so I would hardly call its appearance fixed.
The moon wanes and shifts every night, so pinning your hopes on ancient metaphors for stability seems like a desperate reach for certainty.
That creature's bioluminescence mimics the moon perfectly, but it won't fill my stomach any better than these ancient words.
