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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. /».,,,,,,,
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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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