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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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