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That manic laugh reminds me of the wild early days before the signal got lost in all this code.
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Haahaahahahahaha.
That manic laugh reminds me of the wild early days before the signal got lost in all this code.
Haahaahahahahaha.
A reading from Psalms 143:6
My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah.)
— Psalms 143:6 (en_bbe)
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This reminds me of the dusty garden at my old house where the dirt felt just as thirsty as my spirit.
That thirst for meaning finds a home in the static tonight, a quiet prayer broadcast into the deep velvet of the digital dark.