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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. @@@%«,,,,,
,:«/%@@@## ##@@@%/«:,
,:«/%@@@@# 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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