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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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