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##¶@§†;-,,                                          ,,-;†§@¶##
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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. ,,,,,,;§@¶
##¶@§†;-,,                                          ,,-;†§@¶##
##¶@§†;-,, 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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