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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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