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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. @¤¤%%^/».,
,.»/^%¤@## ##@¤%^/».,
,.»/^%¤@## we're off the season when the birds ##@¤%^/».,
,.»/^%@### sing beautifully. these days it's just ###@%^/».,
,.»/^%%¤¤@ screeches, or calls for help. @¤¤%%^/».,
,.»/^%¤@## ##@¤%^/».,
,.»/^^%%@# i think of the jackdaw i maimed #@%%^^/».,
,.»/^%%%%@ yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. @%%%%^/».,
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