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.^=\=@## ## # # # # fey bells # # # ## # ##@#&=\=^.
.^=\=##@ # #===========# # @###&=\=^.
.^=\=@## ##@#&=\=^.
.^=\=@## envelop me in noise... a sandstorm of ##@#&=\=^.
.^=\=@## sound... and sure enough, between the ##@#&=\=^.
.^=\=@## grains there are calls from other ##@#&=\=^.
.^=\@### worlds - ###@#&\=^.
.^=\=@## ##@#&=\=^.
.^=\=@## 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 #&\=......
.^=\=#@### ###@#=\=^.
.^=\=@## ##@#&=\=^.
.....===## 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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