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@¨@¨@@¨@@¨              #¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#               ¨@¨@¨@¨@¨¨
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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. ¨@¨@¨@¨@¨¨
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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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