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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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