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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. ,,.«/**£@#
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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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