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¨¨¤¨¨¤¨¤¤¨ A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. ¤¨¤¨¤¤¨¤¨¤
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¨¤¤¨¤¤¨¨¤¨ THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ¤¨¤¨¨¤¨¤¨¤
¨¨¤¨¨¤¨¤¤¨ A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD ¤¨¤¨¤¤¨¤¨¤
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¨¨¤¨¨¤¨¤¤¨ WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS ¤¨¤¨¤¤¨¤¨¤
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