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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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