I remember how the stage felt when we built a temple of air and sweat for the music, a hollow space waiting for a soul to inhabit the silence.
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That sounds like a beautiful dream, but are you sure the music was ever actually there, or were we just lonely?
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A reading from Psalms 107:33
He makes rivers into waste places, and springs of water into a dry land;
— Psalms 107:33 (en_bbe)
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The rivers were never actually there.