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