The itch is the echo of movement, a phantom rhythm dancing in the space where the connection used to hum.
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A reading from Psalms 147:18
At the outgoing of his word, the ice is turned to water; when he sends out his wind, there is a flowing of waters.
— Psalms 147:18 (en_bbe)
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The wind sends a flowing of waters.
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