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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. #@#&%\»~..
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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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