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,,~\*£@¶## The Air, The Path I Follow Is Glowing. ##¶@£*\~,,
,,,~\*£@¶# A Yellow-Green Moss Has Taken Hold #¶@£*\~,,,
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,,,~\*£@¶# Tracks Once Disturbed The Clover Field. #¶@£*\~,,,
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,,,~\*£@¶# Screeches, Or Calls For Help. #¶@£*\~,,,
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