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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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