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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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