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@.....@... ok  this  is  so weird for me,  hold  on @.@@...@.@
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.@@.....@. i'm  in a funnel, i'm  in  one  of those ..@.@@...@
.@@@.....@     speed meter things, i'm zooming      @...@@@...
.@.@@.....      through, never reaching the end     @@..@.@@..
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...@.@@... and  now  the  wind is consciousness and .@@@..@.@@
@....@@@.. the funnel is my body - when  i'm inside .@.@@...@@
@@...@.@@. i  fail  to  see  that  i'm all the same ...@@@..@.
@@@....@@@          thing, we're the same           ...@.@@...
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..@@@....@ one  winter  day  i  think  year  twenty .....@.@@.
..@.@@...@ eleven or  maybe earlier,  possibly much .......@@@
@...@@@... earlier, i walked out alone on  the lake @......@.@
@@..@.@@.. following   a   fox    trail,   a   thin @@.......@
.@@...@@@. snow-covered  ice, a  stupid  girl,  and .@@......@
.@@@..@.@@ the  fox wraps  his tail around me, it's .@@@......
.@.@@...@@ impossibly large,  and  i'm burrowed, it .@.@@.....
...@@@..@.        feels nice, and that's that       ...@@@....
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