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,,-\=@&#@# #@#&@=\-,,
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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. #@\-,,,,,,
,,,,,\\@&@ @&@\\,,,,,
,,-\=@@&&@ 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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