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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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