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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. £*~~~~,,,,
,,,,,,,;§# #§;,,,,,,,
,,~;*§£#@# 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. @@#£§*;~,,
,,,,~~**§# #§**~~,,,,
,,~;*§£#@# 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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