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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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