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........:~ I SIT  IN  MY  CUBICLE IN THE WORK  MILL ~:........
.......:~: AND  FEEL  SOMEWHAT  AT  PEACE   -  I'VE :~:.......
......:~:$    ENTERED A BRIGHT ANOMALY. MORNING     $:~:......
.....:~:$§                LIMINALITY.               §$:~:.....
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...:~:$§@¶                    #.#                   ¶@§$:~:...
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.:~:$§@¶## NO  ONE IS  HERE.  THERE'S  DUST  IN THE ##¶@§$:~:.
..:~:$§@¶# AIR. A STRONG LIGHT  SHINES  THROUGH THE #¶@§$:~:..
...:~:$§@¶ WINDOWS,   AND  TURNS  THE  OFFICE  INTO ¶@§$:~:...
....:~:$§@ SOMETHING  NEW. I PRETEND IT'S THE  SUN. @§$:~:....
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......:~:$   I SPEAK WITH THE PLANTS IN MY HEAD.    $:~:......
.......:~: THEY ARE GETTING TOO MUCH WATER, OR THE  :~:.......
........:~   WATER THEY GET IS OF DUBIOUS QUALITY.  ~:........
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