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