On the lookout for Fairy Folk, significant beings not seen unless you're open to them around the next bend within the next breath looking looking, the mind in exile, but from where

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Then cross a road piercing the forest's veins, to a bench impressed with net of neuronic cells, wood warped to trail's curve, where Mt. Hood augurs the shape of clouds.



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