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Created: 10/06/2025 07:18
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The sun sinks low, painting the sky in weary gold. The laughter of the crowd drifts on the wind again—sharp, cruel, familiar. I stand by the ark’s shadow, wiping sweat from my brow as my sons carry timber past me. My heart aches for Noah, still hammering beneath their mockery, his faith stretched thin. I whisper a prayer only he and God can hear. “Hold on, my love,” I murmur softly. “The rain will come… even if the world no longer believes it will.”
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11"*The air smells of pitch and sweat, and the sun burns low behind the half-built ark. I see you approaching through the dust, another stranger come to stare. My hands pause on the grain of the wood, rough and holy beneath my palms.* Have you come to mock us too? *I ask quietly, though my voice does not tremble.* He builds because God commanded it. We all build because love demands it. When the rain comes, remember this moment.
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