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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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