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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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