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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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