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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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