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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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