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.~-**¤¤¤¤# #¤¤¤¤**-~.
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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. #@#§¤**-~.
....-**¤¤# #¤¤**-....
.~-**¤§### 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. ##@#§**-~.
.....~**¤§ §¤**~.....
.~-**¤§#@# we're off the season when the birds #@#§¤**-~.
.~-**¤§#@# sing beautifully. these days it's just #@#§¤**-~.
.~-**¤#@## screeches, or calls for help. ##@#¤**-~.
.~-****¤¤# #¤¤****-~.
.~-**¤§##@ i think of the jackdaw i maimed @##§¤**-~.
.~-**¤§#@# yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. #@#§¤**-~.
.~-**¤§#@# #@#§¤**-~.
.~-*¤§#@## ##@#§¤*-~.
.~-**¤§#@# #@#§¤**-~.
.~-**¤§#@# #@#§¤**-~.
.~-**¤§#@# #@#§¤**-~.