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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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¨¨¨^-;*£££   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   £££*;-^¨¨¨
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