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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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