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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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