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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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,:»\%££&&# #&&££%\»:,
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