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&..&.&..&& endless mirrors looking kinda oily. an .&&..&...&
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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 .&....&&&&
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.....&.... we're off the season when the birds &..&&.&.&.
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