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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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