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¨^«†*@¤£££ Didn'T Recognize Them. First  Off,  They £££¤@*†«^¨
¨^«†*@¤£## Were  Much Too Close, As The Lake Should ##£¤@*†«^¨
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¨^«†*¤£### Both  Sides.  But  Now  I Felt  I  Could ###£¤*†«^¨
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¨¨¨¨^^†@¤¤           Were, I Had To Stop.           ¤¤@†^^¨¨¨¨
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¨^«†*@¤£## Into The Granite, And With  No Less Than ##£¤@*†«^¨
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¨¨¨¨¨^^†@¤      Points. And So, Studying These      ¤@†^^¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨^«*¤ Understood Them As  Belonging Many Miles ¤*«^¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨^«†*@¤£## Above. Was  This What You Saw  Opposite, ##£¤@*†«^¨
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¨^«†*@¤£##                 Remember.                ##£¤@*†«^¨
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¨^«†*@¤£## 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.              ###£@*†«^¨
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¨^«†***@£# Narrowed Lake My Entire Path To  Where I #£@***†«^¨
¨¨¨¨^††*¤# Sat: From  The  Stairwell  Of My  House, #¤*††^¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨^†@@¤ Through   The  Fancy  Villas,  Over  The ¤@@†^¨¨¨¨¨
¨^«†*@¤£## Fields, And Then That Right Turn  At The ##£¤@*†«^¨
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¨^«†*@¤££# Thinking Back,  This  Was  Probably  It. #££¤@*†«^¨
¨^«†@¤£### Hidden  In A  Grove,  There Were  Stairs ###£¤@†«^¨
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¨¨¨^^^†@@£ Old  And  Worn  Down,  That  Lead You Up £@@†^^^¨¨¨
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¨^«††***@£ I Insted  Opted  To Walk The Path At Its £@***††«^¨
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¨^«†*@¤£## Boats.  I Wondered,  Could They Even See ##£¤@*†«^¨
¨^«†*@¤¤£# Me? If I Shouted,  Would  They  Turn  To #£¤¤@*†«^¨
¨^«†*@¤£##         Stare Right Through Me?          ##£¤@*†«^¨
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