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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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