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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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