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#@@§£%:~-, On Maps, I Could Not Think Of It When ,-~:%£§@@#
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##@@§£:~-, Kept Me Away. ,-~:£§@@##
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##@§£%:~-, Blueberries. ,-~:%£§@##
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#@@§£%:~-, Walking Atop That Spine, I Came To ,-~:%£§@@#
#@@§£%:~-, Notice The View To Either Side. There ,-~:%£§@@#
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#@@§£%:~-, Didn'T Recognize Them. First Off, They ,-~:%£§@@#
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#@@§£%:~-, Almost Reach Out And Touch Them. And ,-~:%£§@@#
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#@@§£%:~-, They Were Of The Right Lake. But This ,-~:%£§@@#
#@@§£%:~-, Lake Is Large, Fractured, And ,-~:%£§@@#
§££::-,,,, Bipartite. Like A Pair Of Lungs Carved ,,,,-::££§
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#@@§£%:~-, Five Communities Anchored At Various ,-~:%£§@@#
##@§£%:~-, 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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#@@§£%:~-, Marble Staircases, Stone Floors Beneath ,-~:%£§@@#
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#@@§£%:~-, Into The Slope Like Dams Against The ,-~:%£§@@#
#@@§£%:~-, Ground Itself. ,-~:%£§@@#
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#@@§£%:~-, Sat: From The Stairwell Of My House, ,-~:%£§@@#
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§§%%::--,, Twenty three And Then Back Under It, ,,--::%%§§
§£:~,,,,,, Through The Fancy Villas, Over The ,,,,,,~:£§
#@@§£%:~-, Fields, And Then That Right Turn At The ,-~:%£§@@#
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#@@§£%:~-, Thinking Back, This Was Probably It. ,-~:%£§@@#
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##@§£%:~-, Much Like The Ones I Currently Sat On, ,-~:%£§@##
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#@@§£%:~-, Onto The Esker. The Point Of Entry. Had ,-~:%£§@@#
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#@@§£%:~-, On The Lake, There Were People In ,-~:%£§@@#
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