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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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