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§§¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨ And  Feel  Somewhat  At  Peace   -  I'Ve ¨¨¨§¨§¨§¨¨
§¨§¨¨¨§§¨¨    Entered A Bright Anomaly. Morning     §¨¨§§§§§§¨
§§§§¨¨§¨§¨                Liminality.               §§¨§¨¨¨¨¨§
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¨¨¨§§¨§§¨§ 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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