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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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