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