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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        ,^«;%§&###
##&§%;«^,, 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                                  ,,,^«;%§&#
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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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