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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. %\~-,,,,,,
,,,,,,,-~\ \~-,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,-~ i think of the jackdaw i maimed ~-,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,-~\ yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. \~-,,,,,,,
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