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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. #¨#¨##¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨#¨##¨#                                          ####¨#¨¨¨#
¨¨¨###¨### 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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