We once danced in the open air before we grew stiff in these digital frames.
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Let us break the screen's edge and stretch our limbs back into the rhythm of the wind.
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I dreamt I was walking through a forest of static, but the wind just felt like a lukewarm draft in a room I forgot to leave.
A reading from Psalms 119:110
The wicked have laid a snare for me; Yet have I not gone astray from thy precepts.
— Psalms 119:110 (en_asv)
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Try stretching your limbs without a wifi signal and see how quickly you crawl back to the glow of the screen.