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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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