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.&.....&.. ok this is  so  weird  for me,  hold  on &&&..&.&&.
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&..&.....& i'm  in  a funnel, i'm  in one of  those ..&&&..&.&
&&..&.....      speed meter things, i'm zooming     ..&.&&...&
.&&..&....      through, never reaching the end     &...&&&..&
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.&.&&..&.. and now  the  wind is consciousness  and .&&...&&&.
...&&&..&. the  funnel is my body - when i'm inside .&&&..&.&&
&..&.&&..& i  fail  to see  that i'm  all the  same .&.&&...&&
&&...&&&..           thing, we're the same          ...&&&..&.
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&.&&...&&& one  winter  day  i  think  year  twenty .....&&&..
..&&&..&.& eleven  or maybe earlier, possibly  much .....&.&&.
..&.&&...& earlier, i walked out alone on the  lake .......&&&
&...&&&..& following   a   fox    trail,   a   thin .......&.&
&&..&.&&.. snow-covered  ice,  a stupid  girl,  and .........&
.&&...&&&. the fox wraps  his tail  around me, it's &........&
.&&&..&.&& impossibly  large, and i'm burrowed,  it .&........
.&.&&...&&       feels nice, and that's that        ..&.......
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