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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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