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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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,,~:%%%@¶¶ 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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