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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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