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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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