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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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