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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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