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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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