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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.       ..^«=%@#¶@
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#@%=«^.... i  think   of  the   jackdaw   i  maimed ....^«=%@#
¶#@%=«^...   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   ...^«=%@#¶
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