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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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