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.....~^^%§                                          §%^^~.....
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.-~^†%§###                  %%  %%                  ###§%†^~-.
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....-^^^†§            # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #             §†^^^-....
.-~^†%§###    ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #     ###§%†^~-.
.-~~~~~~†§             # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #            §†~~~~~~-.
...--^†%§#                                          #§%†^--...
.-~^†%§### envelop me in noise... a sandstorm of    ###§%†^~-.
.-~^^^^^%§ sound... and sure enough, between the    §%^^^^^~-.
....~††%## grains there are calls from other        ##%††~....
.-~^†%§### worlds -                                 ###§%†^~-.
.--~^††††§                                          §††††^~--.
.....~^†§# distant wailing sirens, coming closer    #§†^~.....
.-~~^†%%%# but staying out of reach... telling me   #%%%†^~~-.
.....~†%%§ that something is happening, perfuming   §%%†~.....
.-~^†%§### me with someone elses excitement         ###§%†^~-.
.-~^%§####                                          ####§%^~-.
....~~^^†§ the phone ringing, a certain phone from  §†^^~~....
....~†%§§§ a job long lost, urging for someone to   §§§%†~....
.-~^†%§§§§ pick up                                  §§§§%†^~-.
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.-~^†%§### and at times, when i'm almost drowning   ###§%†^~-.
....~~†§## in this metaphorical sand, breathing     ##§†~~....
...--~~†%§ it, the veil is next to breached... i    §%†~~--...
....~^^†%§ hear flutes, sines, repeating themes     §%†^^~....
.-~^†%%%%# like were they calls from rubbery        #%%%%†^~-.
......-^†§ birds... deafeningly loud!               §†^-......
.-~^†%§### but like a mirage, constantly            ###§%†^~-.
.-~^†%§### evaporating and reforming.               ###§%†^~-.
...-~~^%%# and not really touching my eardrums.     #%%^~~-...
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