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October 7, 2025

Though the great song return no more
There’s keen delight in what we have:
The rattle of pebbles on the shore
Under the receding wave.

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Thought:

“Cut the power, I’ll thrive in the dark
The survivors killers and cowards ’cause we ain’t got no heart
No hours, every day is a tally mark
We hid while they went in the Ark, two by two
When he was gone we danced under the moon”

billy woods | “Fever Grass”

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