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