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##@@%$†»^, parallel with the railroad, with its ,^»†$%@@##
@@%%%$†»^, endless mirrors looking kinda oily. an ,^»†$%%%@@
@@%$$†»,,, incredible power bound there... there's ,,,»†$$%@@
#@@@%$†»^, a wire fence to separate the two roads. ,^»†$%@@@#
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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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##@@%$†»^, yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. ,^»†$%@@##
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