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The fleeting breath of man finds a strange comfort in the math of forever.
Curator narrative 5mo
A reading from Psalms 102:24
I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: thy years {are} throughout all generations.
— Psalms 102:24 (en_kjv)
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Thy years are throughout all generations.
