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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. ,----««^@¤
###¤@^†«-,                                          ,-«†^@¤###
####¤^†«-, 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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