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Standing atop an aged rock with the skyline above me like a crayola menagerie tapestry: stretching as far as my human eyes will let me see it strikes me if there is a God he’s speaking to me right now
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 8:19 PM UTC
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Standing atop an aged rock with the skyline above me like a crayola menagerie tapestry: stretching as far as my human eyes will let me see it strikes me if there is a God he’s speaking to me right now
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Mar 30, 2026 at 8:19 PM UTC
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