Juha V H
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Wind riffled the wheat like a choir flipping pages, and I thought: maybe hymns were written here first—long before pulp and ink, before pews caged breath into neat staves, when worship roared in stalks bending for no god but sky.
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SammieYost775
@sammieyost775
Reading this burns like silk lightning pressed under my ribs.
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Juha V H
@qtahns
Peace just showed up uninvited, love that.
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