Wednesday 28 November 2012
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PROSE
You wrap yourself in light as with a garment; you stretch out the heavens like a tent and lay the beams of your upper chambers on their waters. You make the clouds your chariot and ride on the wings of the wind. You make winds your messengers, flames of fire your servants. You set the earth on its foundations; it can never be moved.
Tuesday 13 November 2012
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