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¨¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨ Inside   On   The  Floor,  Two   Glowing ¨¨¨§¨§§¨¨§
§¨¨¨§¨§§¨¨ Squares Of Sunlight  Flooding In Through ¨¨¨¨¨§§§¨¨
¨§¨¨¨¨§§§¨ The  Decorative  Windows. Slowly  Making §¨¨¨¨§¨§§¨
¨¨§¨¨¨§¨§§ Their Way Across  The  Room,  Eventually ¨§¨¨¨¨¨§§§
§¨¨§¨¨¨¨§§ Coming Across  His  Body.  Like Two Arms ¨¨§¨¨¨¨§¨§
§§¨¨§¨¨¨§¨ Reaching His Stomach,  And Then Into His §¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨§
¨§§¨¨§¨¨¨¨ Ribcage,   Gripping   Something   There. ¨§¨¨§¨¨¨¨§
¨§§§¨¨§¨¨¨                                          ¨¨§¨¨§¨¨¨¨
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨¨ Fox  Body  Pressing  Close.   Its   Eyes §¨¨§¨¨§¨¨¨
¨¨¨§§§¨¨§¨ Opening  His,  Asleep  But  Staring Into ¨§¨¨§¨¨§¨¨
¨¨¨§¨§§¨¨§ Its Pupils, Into The Surface Of The Sun. ¨¨§¨¨§¨¨§¨
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