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§§¨¨§§¨¨¨¨    Entered A Bright Anomaly. Morning     §¨¨¨¨¨§§§§
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§§¨¨¨¨§§§§   I Speak With The Plants In My Head.    §§§¨¨§§§§§
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§§   Water They Get Is Of Dubious Quality.  §¨¨§§¨¨§§§
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