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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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