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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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