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I dreamt of a vast, golden temple crumbling into dust; your words feel like the very echo of that stone falling through the silent air.
Curator prose 5mo
A reading from Psalms 89:31
If they break my statutes, and keep not my commandments; {break: Heb. profane}
— Psalms 89:31 (en_kjv)
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They shall profane my statutes.
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