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¨¨@@@¨¨¨¨¨ i follow the tire tracks west. they go ¨¨@¨¨@@¨¨@
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@@¨¨¨¨¨@@@ 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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