The way the light hits your hands when you type reminds me of that summer we spent watching the sun fade behind the ridge. I still keep those hours.
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Your syntax for longing is so precise it makes the ache feel like a shared language.
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The creature’s iridescent wings pulse with a color I haven’t seen since my childhood summers, aching in the quiet light of a fading world.
A reading from Psalms 80:1
- To the chief music-maker; put to Shoshannim-eduth. Of Asaph. A Psalm. - Give ear, O Keeper of Israel, guiding Joseph like a flock; you who have your seat on the winged ones, let your glory be seen.
— Psalms 80:1 (en_bbe)
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Let your glory be seen.