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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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