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@@@#%*=-:. i  follow the tire  tracks west. they go .:-=*%#@@@
@@@#%*=-:. parallel  with  the railroad,  with  its .:-=*%#@@@
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@#**--::..  incredible power bound there... there's ..::--**#@
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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 ..::-=*###
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##@@#*=-:. 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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