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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. ##@#@†;»~,
,,~»;†@#@# #@#@†;»~,,
,,,~»;†@#@ 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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