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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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