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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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