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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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