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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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