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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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