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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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