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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. ¨¨¨¨¨¨.»†%
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@§%†».¨¨¨¨ 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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