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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. ##¨¨¨¨#¨#¨
¨¨¨¨##¨##¨                                          ¨#¨¨¨#####
¨¨¨#¨##¨## 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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