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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 ##@&@§†»,¨
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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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