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§*†*«.,,,, endless mirrors looking kinda oily. an ,,,,.«*†*§
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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 ,,,,.«*†*§
*†*«.,,,,, where the machines who made these ,,,,,.«*†*
§*†*«.,,,, tracks once disturbed the clover field. ,,,,.«*†*§
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##§*†*«.,, screeches, or calls for help. ,,.«*†*§##
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§*†*«.,,,, i think of the jackdaw i maimed ,,,,.«*†*§
*†*«.,,,,, yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. ,,,,,.«*†*
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