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#¤$†»,,,,, parallel with the railroad, with its ,,,,,»†$¤#
##¤$†»,,,, endless mirrors looking kinda oily. an ,,,,»†$¤##
###¤$†»,,, incredible power bound there... there's ,,,»†$¤###
####¤$†»,, a wire fence to separate the two roads. ,,»†$¤####
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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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