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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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