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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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