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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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