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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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