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,,=^%%@£## ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# winds esker #£@%%^=,,,
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,,,=^%%@£# #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## 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. #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# ======================================== #£@%%^=,,,
,,=^%%@£## ##£@%%^=,,
,,,=^%%@£# 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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