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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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