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«~........ In This Metaphorical Sand, Breathing     ........~«
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.......... Hear Flutes, Sines, Repeating Themes     ..........
.......... Like Were They Calls From Rubbery        ..........
.......... Birds... Deafeningly Loud!               ..........
.......... But Like A Mirage, Constantly            ..........
.......... Evaporating And Reforming.               ..........
.......... And Not Really Touching My Eardrums.     ..........
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