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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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