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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. @&&$;~~¨¨¨
¨¨~~;$&&@# #@&&$;~~¨¨
¨~~;$&&@## 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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