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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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