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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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