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........-« SOUND... AND SURE ENOUGH, BETWEEN THE    «-........
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.........- 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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