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,@,@@,@,@, Squares Of Sunlight  Flooding In Through ,@,@@,@,@,
@@,,@,@,@, The  Decorative  Windows.  Slowly Making ,@,,@,@,@,
,@,@@,@,@, Their  Way  Across  The Room, Eventually ,@,@@,@,@,
@@,,@,@,@, Coming  Across His  Body.  Like Two Arms ,@,,@,@,@,
,@,@@,@,@, Reaching His Stomach, And Then Into  His ,@,@@,@,@,
@@,,@,@,@, Ribcage,   Gripping   Something   There. ,@,,@,@,@,
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@@,,@,@,@, Fox   Body  Pressing  Close.  Its   Eyes ,@,,@,@,@,
,@,@@,@,@, Opening  His,  Asleep  But  Staring Into ,@,@@,@,@,
@@,,@,@,@, Its Pupils, Into The Surface Of The Sun. ,@,,@,@,@,
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