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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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¨¨^-:§$&@#                                          #@&$§:-^¨¨