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§¨§¨§§¨§¨§              #¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#               §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
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§¨§¨§§¨§¨§              Morning Quiet               §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
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§¨§¨§§¨§¨§              #¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#               §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
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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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§¨§¨¨§¨§¨§                    #¨#                   §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
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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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