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#@£**/~^¨¨ hear flutes, sines, repeating themes     ¨¨^~/**£@#
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#@£**/~^¨¨ birds... deafeningly loud!               ¨¨^~/**£@#
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#@£**/~^¨¨ evaporating and reforming.               ¨¨^~/**£@#
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