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¨¨--~%%%## sound... and sure enough, between the    ##%%%~--¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨-†%# grains there are calls from other        #%†-¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨-~†%$#### distant wailing sirens, coming closer    ####$%†~-¨
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¨-~†%$##@# that something is happening, perfuming   #@##$%†~-¨
¨-~†%$$### me with someone elses excitement         ###$$%†~-¨
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¨-~†%$##@# the phone ringing, a certain phone from  #@##$%†~-¨
¨-~†%$#### a job long lost, urging for someone to   ####$%†~-¨
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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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