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£%^==~¨¨¨¨ 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.       ¨~==^%£@##
#@£%^==~¨¨                                          ¨¨~==^%£@#
@£%^==~¨¨¨ i   think   of   the  jackdaw  i  maimed ¨¨¨~==^%£@
£%^==~¨¨¨¨   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   ¨¨¨¨~==^%£
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