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.......... \..............the ocean...............\ ..........
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.......... \.living.ghost.of..the.primordial soup.\ ..........
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\«:....... wavering just out of sight .......:«\
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&^\«:..... the termination shock of perception, .....:«\^&
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^\«:...... impermanent, and exhaustion unlocks it. ......:«\^
\«:....... .......:«\
«:........ with closed eyes and a fractured self, ........:«
:......... the shooting star on it's way to the .........:
.......... dark lake, ..........
.......... you can hear the waves as they speak. ..........
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.......... sometimes they're people, ..........
.......... sometimes there's birds, ..........
.......... but there's always a warm alien embrace. ..........
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.......... and this time they hit shore. ..........
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