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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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