¨£¨££¨¨£¨£                                          ¨¨£¨££¨¨¨£
¨¨¨£££¨¨¨¨                                          £¨¨¨£££¨¨¨
¨¨¨£¨££¨¨¨                                          ¨£¨¨£¨££¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨£££¨¨                                          ¨¨£¨¨¨£££¨
¨¨¨¨¨£¨££¨                                          ¨¨¨£¨¨£¨££
£¨¨¨¨¨¨£££               #¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#              ¨¨¨¨£¨¨¨££
££¨¨¨¨¨£¨£                                          ¨¨¨¨¨£¨¨£¨
£££¨¨¨¨¨¨£              Morning Quiet               ¨¨¨¨¨¨£¨¨¨
£¨££¨¨¨¨¨£                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨£¨¨
¨¨£££¨¨¨¨¨              #¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#               ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨£¨
¨¨£¨££¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨£
£¨¨¨£££¨¨¨ I  Sit In My  Cubicle In  The Work  Mill ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨£¨¨£¨££¨¨ And  Feel  Somewhat   At  Peace  -  I'Ve ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨£¨¨¨£££¨     Entered A Bright Anomaly. Morning    ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨£¨¨£¨££               Liminality.                £¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨£¨¨¨££                                          ££¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨£¨¨£¨                    #¨#                   ¨££¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨£¨¨¨                                          ¨£££¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨£¨¨ 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. £¨¨¨¨£££¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨£¨¨¨£¨££¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨    I Speak With The Plants In My Head.   ¨¨£¨¨¨¨£££
£¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨  They Are Getting Too Much Water, Or The ¨¨¨£¨¨¨£¨£
££¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨   Water They Get Is Of Dubious Quality.  £¨¨¨£¨¨¨¨£
¨££¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ££¨¨¨£¨¨¨£
¨£££¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨££¨¨¨£¨¨¨
¨£¨££¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨£££¨¨¨£¨¨
¨¨¨£££¨¨¨¨                                          ¨£¨££¨¨¨£¨
¨¨¨£¨££¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨£££¨¨¨£
£¨¨¨¨£££¨¨                                          £¨¨£¨££¨¨¨