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,,,,-=&# ##&&=-,,,,
,,-^=&&&&& &&&&&=^-,,
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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. &=^-,,,,,,
,,-^=&## ###&&=^-,,
,,,,--^=&@ we're off the season when the birds @&=^--,,,,
,,----^# sing beautifully. these days it's just ##&^----,,
,,-^=&@# screeches, or calls for help. #@#&&=^-,,
,,-^=&@# #@#&&=^-,,
,,,,,,-==& i think of the jackdaw i maimed &==-,,,,,,
,,-^=&## yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. ###&&=^-,,
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,,-^=&@# #@#&&=^-,,
,,-^=&@# #@#&&=^-,,
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