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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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