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......««^£ 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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