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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.       ¨¨¨¨¨¨,«;*
;«,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,«;
«,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ i  think  of   the   jackdaw  i   maimed ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,«
,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,
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