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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. ¤¤§^~:,,,,
,,,:~^§¤¤@ @¤¤§^~:,,,
,,:~^§¤¤@@ 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. ¤¤§^~:,,,,
,,,:~^§¤¤@ @¤¤§^~:,,,
,,:~^§¤¤@@ we're off the season when the birds @@¤¤§^~:,,
,:~^§¤¤@@# sing beautifully. these days it's just #@@¤¤§^~:,
,,:~^§¤¤@@ screeches, or calls for help. @@¤¤§^~:,,
,,,:~^§¤¤@ @¤¤§^~:,,,
,,,,:~^§¤¤ i think of the jackdaw i maimed ¤¤§^~:,,,,
,,,:~^§¤¤@ yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. @¤¤§^~:,,,
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,:~^§¤¤@@# #@@¤¤§^~:,
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