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.....,~/$% i follow the tire tracks west. they go %$/~,.....
....,~/$%§ parallel with the railroad, with its §%$/~,....
...,~/$%§# endless mirrors looking kinda oily. an #§%$/~,...
..,~/$%§## incredible power bound there... there's ##§%$/~,..
.,~/$%§### a wire fence to separate the two roads. ###§%$/~,.
..,~/$%§## ##§%$/~,..
...,~/$%§# even though there's a foggy quality to #§%$/~,...
....,~/$%§ the air, the path i follow is glowing. §%$/~,....
.....,~/$% a yellow-green moss has taken hold %$/~,.....
......,~/$ 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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