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».¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ endless mirrors looking kinda oily. an ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨.»
.¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ incredible power bound there... there's ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨.
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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