@££#§*†~.,                                          ,.~†*§#££@
@@£#§*†~.,                                          ,.~†*§#£@@
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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. ,.~†††*###
#@£#§*†~.,                                          ,.~†*§#£@#
£§†~~..,,, 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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#@£#§*†~.,                                          ,.~†*§#£@#
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@£#§§*†~.,                                          ,.~†*§§#£@
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