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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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