Dusk → Night → Dawn
Poetry by Cotek,
a sky-map of psalms,
storms, and quiet light.
Not a feed — an observatory. Wander by constellation, search by title, or let a random pilgrimage choose your next horizon.
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At the junction called Cross; Where I stood to count the cost, The weight of sin on my shoulder, Why should I bother? At the junction called Cross; An exchange was made- My sin by Christ paid, His dea
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