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,,~:%@@@@¶ #,,,,,,,,,,,# ¶@@@@%:~,,
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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. #¶@@@%:~,,
,,~:%@@¶## ##¶@@%:~,,
,,~:%@¶### 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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