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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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