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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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