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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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