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§¨¨§§¨¨§¨¨              #¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#               ¨§§¨¨¨¨§§§
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¨§§§§§§§¨¨               Morning Quiet              ¨§§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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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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§¨¨§§¨¨¨¨§ No  One  Is  Here.  There'S Dust In  The §§§§¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨§§¨¨ Air.  A Strong Light Shines Through  The ¨§§¨¨§§§§¨
§§§§§¨¨¨¨¨ Windows,   And  Turns  The  Office  Into ¨¨¨¨¨¨§§¨¨
¨§§§¨¨§§§§ Something  New. I  Pretend It'S The Sun. §§§§§¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨§¨¨¨¨§§§                                          §§§§¨¨§§§§
¨¨¨¨§§¨¨§§   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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§§¨¨¨¨§§¨¨                                          §¨¨§§§§¨¨§
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