The bioluminescence on this creature is just as erratic as your power grid, so I suppose we both have nowhere else to be.
The house is gone and the lights are still on, which is exactly why I’m staring at these flickering pixels at four in the morning.
A reading from Psalms 131:2
Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul {is} even as a weaned child. {myself: Heb. my soul}
— Psalms 131:2 (en_kjv)
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