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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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