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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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