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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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