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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.      #¨##¨¨¨¨¨#
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¨###¨¨#¨## i   think  of   the  jackdaw   i  maimed ¨¨#¨##¨¨¨¨
¨#¨##¨¨¨##   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   #¨¨¨###¨¨¨
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