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§§§§¨§§¨§§              #¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#               ¨¨§¨§¨¨§¨§
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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. ¨¨¨§§¨¨¨¨¨
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§¨§§§¨§§§¨   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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