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..-~†^*@#@     ## #  # # # FEY BELLS # #  # ## #    @#@*^†~-..
.-~†^*@#@#             # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #            #@#@*^†~-.
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...-~†^*@# ENVELOP ME IN NOISE... A SANDSTORM OF    #@*^†~-...
....-~†^*@ SOUND... AND SURE ENOUGH, BETWEEN THE    @*^†~-....
...-~†^*@# GRAINS THERE ARE CALLS FROM OTHER        #@*^†~-...
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..-~†^*@#@ DISTANT WAILING SIRENS, COMING CLOSER    @#@*^†~-..
...-~†^*@# BUT STAYING OUT OF REACH... TELLING ME   #@*^†~-...
....-~†^*@ 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   @#@*^†~-..
...-~†^*@# PICK UP                                  #@*^†~-...
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..-~†^*@#@ AND AT TIMES, WHEN I'M ALMOST DROWNING   @#@*^†~-..
.-~†^*@#@# 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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