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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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