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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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