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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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