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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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