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#@^.,,,,,,    ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #     ,,,,,,.^@#
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@§§§@^^«.,                                          ,.«^^@§§§@
###§@^^«., envelop me in noise... a sandstorm of    ,.«^^@§###
#@#§@^^«., sound... and sure enough, between the    ,.«^^@§#@#
#@#§@^^«., grains there are calls from other        ,.«^^@§#@#
##@#§^^«., worlds -                                 ,.«^^§#@##
#@#§@^^«.,                                          ,.«^^@§#@#
@§@^^^^«., distant wailing sirens, coming closer    ,.«^^^^@§@
§@^«.,,,,, but staying out of reach... telling me   ,,,,,.«^@§
#@#§@^^«., that something is happening, perfuming   ,.«^^@§#@#
###§@^^«., me with someone elses excitement         ,.«^^@§###
#@#§@^^«.,                                          ,.«^^@§#@#
###§@^^«., the phone ringing, a certain phone from  ,.«^^@§###
#@^«,,,,,, a job long lost, urging for someone to   ,,,,,,«^@#
#@#§@^^«., pick up                                  ,.«^^@§#@#
##@§@^^«.,                                          ,.«^^@§@##
§^^^^^.,,,                                          ,,,.^^^^^§
@##§@^^«., and at times, when i'm almost drowning   ,.«^^@§##@
@##§@^^«., in this metaphorical sand, breathing     ,.«^^@§##@
§§@@@^^«., it, the veil is next to breached... i    ,.«^^@@@§§
##§§@^^«., 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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##@#§@^^.,                                          ,.^^@§#@##
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