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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. ¨&¨&&¨¨&¨&
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&¨&&¨&&¨¨& i think of the jackdaw i maimed ¨¨&&&&¨¨¨&
&&¨&&¨&¨&¨ yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. ¨&¨¨¨&¨¨&¨
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