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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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