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