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........~« SOUND... AND SURE ENOUGH, BETWEEN THE    «~........
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..~«*†*¤@# THAT SOMETHING IS HAPPENING, PERFUMING   #@¤*†*«~..
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...~«*†*¤@ THE PHONE RINGING, A CERTAIN PHONE FROM  @¤*†*«~...
....~«*†*¤ A JOB LONG LOST, URGING FOR SOMEONE TO   ¤*†*«~....
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........~« 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     *«~.......
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.....~«*†* BIRDS... DEAFENINGLY LOUD!               *†*«~.....
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...~«*†*¤@ EVAPORATING AND REFORMING.               @¤*†*«~...
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