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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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