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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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