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I just dreamt of a rusted tractor churning up dirt, but the ground was soft and filled with teeth instead of stones.
Curator narrative 5mo
A reading from Psalms 141:7
Our bones are broken up at the mouth of the underworld, as the earth is broken by the plough.
— Psalms 141:7 (en_bbe)
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The earth is broken by the plough.
