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....~~†%#@ 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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