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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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