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¨§§§¨¨§¨¨§ Inside  On  The   Floor,   Two   Glowing ¨§§§¨§¨¨¨§
§¨¨§¨§§¨§§ Squares Of Sunlight Flooding  In Through §¨¨§§§¨¨§§
§¨§§§¨§§¨§ The  Decorative  Windows. Slowly  Making §¨§¨¨§¨§¨¨
§§¨¨§§¨§§¨ Their  Way Across The  Room,  Eventually §§§¨§§§§¨§
¨§¨§¨§§¨§§ Coming Across His  Body.  Like  Two Arms ¨¨§§¨¨¨§§¨
§§§§§¨§§¨¨ Reaching His Stomach,  And Then Into His ¨§¨§¨¨§¨§¨
¨¨¨¨§§¨§¨§ Ribcage,   Gripping   Something   There. §§§§¨§§§§§
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¨¨§§§¨¨¨§¨ Fox  Body   Pressing  Close.  Its   Eyes ¨¨§¨§¨¨¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨¨§§¨ Opening  His,  Asleep But  Staring  Into ¨§§§§¨¨§¨§
§§¨§§¨§¨§§ Its Pupils, Into The Surface Of The Sun. §¨¨¨§¨§§§§
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