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¨@¨@¨¨@¨@¨               #¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#              @¨@¨@¨@¨@¨
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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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