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.#..#.#.#. sound... and sure enough, between the    .#.#.#.#.#
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.#..#.#.#. that something is happening, perfuming   .#.#.#.#.#
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.#..#.#.#. but like a mirage, constantly            .#.#.#.#.#
.#.##.#.#. evaporating and reforming.               .#.#.#.#.#
.#..#.#.#. and not really touching my eardrums.     .#.#.#.#.#
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