##@#%†:«:,                                          ,:«:†%#@##
##@#%†:«:,                                          ,:«:†%#@##
#@##%†:«:,                                          ,:«:†%##@#
##@#%†:«:,                                          ,:«:†%#@##
@###%†:«:,                                          ,:«:†%###@
#@##%†:«:, ok  this is  so  weird  for me,  hold on ,:«:†%##@#
#@@#%†:«:,                                          ,:«:†%#@@#
##@#%†:«:, i'm  in a funnel, i'm  in  one of  those ,:«:†%#@##
##@#%†:«:,     speed meter things, i'm zooming      ,:«:†%#@##
@%%:::,,,,     through, never reaching the end      ,,,,:::%%@
##@#%†:«:,                                          ,:«:†%#@##
##@#%†:«:, and  now the  wind is  consciousness and ,:«:†%#@##
#†««,,,,,, the funnel is my  body - when i'm inside ,,,,,,««†#
###†«:,,,, i fail to  see  that i'm  all  the  same ,,,,:«†###
##@#%†:«:,           thing, we're the same          ,:«:†%#@##
##@#%†:«:,                                          ,:«:†%#@##
##@#%†:«:, one  winter  day  i  think  year  twenty ,:«:†%#@##
@#†::,,,,, eleven  or maybe earlier, possibly  much ,,,,,::†#@
@@#††:««:, earlier, i walked out alone  on the lake ,:««:††#@@
#††::«:,,, following   a   fox   trail,   a    thin ,,,:«::††#
@@%%%†:«:, snow-covered  ice,  a  stupid  girl, and ,:«:†%%%@@
@%††:::,,, the  fox wraps his tail around  me, it's ,,,:::††%@
##††::,,,, impossibly large, and i'm  burrowed,  it ,,,,::††##
##@#%†:«:,       feels nice, and that's that        ,:«:†%#@##
#@@#%†:«:,                                          ,:«:†%#@@#
##@#%†:«:,                                          ,:«:†%#@##
#†::«,,,,,                                          ,,,,,«::†#
#@@#%†:«:,                                          ,:«:†%#@@#
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#@%%%†:«:,                                          ,:«:†%%%@#