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Your feet are weighty burdens which hang from your slackened legs. On your arrival you recline with a sense of weary urgency. You gaze for a while, into the darkness outside as the resonance of Vega's song reverberates through your being. It is good to be home. UBWU
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I think I'm going to have a good dream. Thank you!