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,,,,,:-==$ Morning Quiet $==-:,,,,,
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,:-==$&@@# I Sit In My Cubicle In The Work Mill #@@&$==-:,
,,:-==$&@@ And Feel Somewhat At Peace - I'Ve @@&$==-:,,
,,,:-==$&@ Entered A Bright Anomaly. Morning @&$==-:,,,
,,,,:-==$& Liminality. &$==-:,,,,
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,,,,,,,,:- No One Is Here. There'S Dust In The -:,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,: Air. A Strong Light Shines Through The :,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Windows, And Turns The Office Into ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,: Something New. I Pretend It'S The Sun. :,,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,:-= I Speak With The Plants In My Head. =-:,,,,,,,
,,,,,,:-== They Are Getting Too Much Water, Or The ==-:,,,,,,
,,,,,:-==$ Water They Get Is Of Dubious Quality. $==-:,,,,,
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