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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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