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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.                &$:~:.....
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...:~:$&¤¶                    #.#                   ¶¤&$:~:...
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.:~:$&¤¶## 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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