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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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##&¤§†~:¨¨ 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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