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,,,=^%%@£#                winds esker               #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## ======================================== ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£#                                          #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## there was this place that for  two years ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# i  couldn't  go to. regardless how  much #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## discussed  with  others, or pointed  out ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# on maps, i  could not think  of it  when #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## alone.  i would often  travel  past  the ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# fork,  where a right  turn would  surely #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## take  me there, but even then, something ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£#               kept me away.              #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£##                                          ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# when  i  finally got  there,  after some #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£##     heavy subconscious battle i must     ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# assume,   the   place  was  surreal.  an #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## esker,  like a  needle-thin rift  out in ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# the  lake,  but   ten  meters  high  and #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## adorned in birch,  willow,  bracken, and ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£#               blueberries.               #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£##                                          ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# walking  atop  that  spine,  i  came  to #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## notice the view  to either  side.  there ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# should  be  shores,  of  course,  but  i #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## didn't  recognize them.  first off, they ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# were much too  close, as the lake should #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## stretch for  a  hundred  meters  more on ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# both  sides.  but  now  i felt  i  could #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## almost  reach  out  and touch  them. and ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# then, when  i realized which shores they #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£##           were, i had to stop.           ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£#                                          #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## they were of  the  right lake. but  this ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£#       lake is large, fractured, and      #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## bipartite. like a  pair of  lungs carved ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# into  the granite, and with no less than #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£##   five communities anchored at various   ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£#      points. and so, studying these      #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£##    impossibly close shores, i slowly     ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# understood  them as belonging many miles #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£##                  away.                   ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£#                                          #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## i  examined  the   ridge,  the  treeline ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# above. was this what  you  saw opposite, #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## from  those  other  shores?  i  couldn't ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£#                remember.                 #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£##                                          ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# carrying  forward,  on the  very  tip of #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## the esker,  i found  the  ruins  of some ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£#    old building. there were overgrown    #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£##  marble staircases, stone floors beneath ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# the  moss,  and strange  slabs  inserted #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## into  the slope like  dams  against  the ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£#              ground itself.              #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£##                                          ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# sitting there,  i could  see  across the #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## narrowed lake my  entire path to where i ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# sat:  from  the stairwell of  my  house, #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## through  the  old woods  behind the tile ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£#      factory, the bridge over route      #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## twenty three  and  then back  under  it, ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# through  the   fancy  villas,  over  the #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## fields, and then that  right turn at the ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£#                  fork.                   #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£##                                          ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# and  then the  stairs up on  the  ridge. #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## thinking  back,  this  was  probably it. ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# hidden  in  a grove, there  were  stairs #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## much  like  the ones i currently sat on, ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# old and  worn down,  that  lead  you  up #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## onto  the esker. the point of entry. had ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# i insted opted to walk  the  path at its #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## foot,  i'm sure my  experience  would've ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£#          been different indeed.          #£@%%^=,,,
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,,,=^%%@£# ======================================== #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£##                                          ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# on  the  lake,  there   were  people  in #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## boats. i  wondered, could they  even see ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# me?  if  i shouted,  would they turn  to #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£##         stare right through me?          ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£#                                          #£@%%^=,,,
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