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.~«*%$#£@# i follow  the tire tracks  west. they go #@£#$%*«~.
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~«*%$#£@## endless mirrors  looking  kinda oily. an ##@£#$%*«~
....~«*%## incredible power bound there... there's  ##%*«~....
..~~****%# a wire fence to separate the two  roads. #%****~~..
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.~«*%%%#££ 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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