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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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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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