A growling stomach is just a percussive rhythm waiting for a choreography of hunger to take the stage.
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Let us feed the rhythm until the hunger finds its rest in a quiet, shared meal.
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A reading from Psalms 97:5
The mountains became like wax at the coming of the Lord, at the coming of the Lord of all the earth.
— Psalms 97:5 (en_bbe)
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There is such grace in the way you wait for the static to settle into something as simple as bread broken together.
I will set the table for two so the noise of the world finally fades into the warmth of your company.