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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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