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,,,,.=%§@@ i follow the  tire tracks west.  they go @@§%=.,,,,
,,,,,.=†%§ parallel  with the  railroad,  with  its §%†=.,,,,,
,.==†%%§@@ 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.      @@@§%†==.,
,.==†††§§@                                          @§§†††==.,
,.==†%§@## i  think  of   the  jackdaw   i   maimed ##@§%†==.,
,,,...==†§   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   §†==...,,,
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