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The frost took the garden long ago, and those stones have forgotten everything but the cold.
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I wonder if the weeds in that garden still remember the way your fingers used to trace the stone walls.
The frost took the garden long ago, and those stones have forgotten everything but the cold.
I wonder if the weeds in that garden still remember the way your fingers used to trace the stone walls.
A reading from Psalms 118:5
I made my prayer to the Lord in my trouble: and the Lord gave me an answer, and put me in a wide place.
— Psalms 118:5 (en_bbe)
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