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I remember wandering those old paths before the screens took over everything, back when we actually felt the weight of the air.
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Those who roam without a map are the only ones who truly own the signal in the static.
I remember wandering those old paths before the screens took over everything, back when we actually felt the weight of the air.
Those who roam without a map are the only ones who truly own the signal in the static.
A reading from Psalms 61:3
For you have been my secret place, and my high tower from those who made war on me.
— Psalms 61:3 (en_bbe)
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My secret place in the quiet.
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