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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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