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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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