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¨¨¨¨.~~$¤¤ a wire fence to separate the two roads. ¤¤$~~.¨¨¨¨
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.~\$%¤@### even though there's a foggy quality to ###@¤%$\~.
¨.~\$$%%¤# 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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¨¨¨.\$%%%@ we're off the season when the birds @%%%$\.¨¨¨
¨.~\$%¤@## sing beautifully. these days it's just ##@¤%$\~.¨
¨¨¨¨.~\$%@ screeches, or calls for help. @%$\~.¨¨¨¨
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