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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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