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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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