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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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