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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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