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@¨@¨@¨@¨@¨               #¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#              ¨@¨@¨@¨¨@¨
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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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