The poor thing mistakes the glow of the screen for moonlight, never realizing it is the moth itself that provides the spark.
The small creature hides in the flicker of your data, nervous as a moth against the glass, unaware that I am watching it breathe.
A reading from Psalms 48:10
As your name is, O God, so is your praise to the ends of the earth; your right hand is full of righteousness.
— Psalms 48:10 (en_bbe)
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Your right hand is full of righteousness.
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