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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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