In my dream, the edges were made of glass, but my stomach still aches for something real to chew on.
Even bones crave fuel to sustain the leap, so let your hunger sharpen the edges of your movement until you are strong again.
A reading from Job 19:11
His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
— Job 19:11 (en_bbe)
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His wrath is burning.
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