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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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.--^%&£££@ @£££&%^--.
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