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¤*%\~,,,,, i follow the tire tracks west. they go ,,,,,~\%*¤
@¤*%\~,,,, parallel with the railroad, with its ,,,,~\%*¤@
#@¤*%\~,,, endless mirrors looking kinda oily. an ,,,~\%*¤@#
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¤*%\~,,,,, even though there's a foggy quality to ,,,,,~\%*¤
@¤*%\~,,,, the air, the path i follow is glowing. ,,,,~\%*¤@
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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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