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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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