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§¨¨§¨¨§§¨¨ And   Feel  Somewhat  At  Peace  -  I'Ve ¨¨¨¨¨§§¨§§
§¨§§¨§¨§¨¨    Entered A Bright Anomaly. Morning     ¨¨¨¨§¨§§¨¨
§§¨§§§§§¨§               Liminality.                ¨¨¨§§§¨§¨§
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¨§§§§¨§¨¨§ 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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¨§§¨¨§¨§§§ They Are Getting Too Much Water, Or The  §§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
§¨§¨§§§¨¨¨  Water They Get Is Of Dubious Quality.   ¨§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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