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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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