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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         @#&*=«....
...«=*&#@#                                          #@#&*=«...
..«=*&#@## 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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