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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. @§=-,,,,,,
,,-;=§@#@# #@#@§=;-,,
,,-;=§@### i think of the jackdaw i maimed ###@§=;-,,
,,,,-=§§## yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. ##§§=-,,,,
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