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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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