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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. @**/«-¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨-«/**@#                                          #@**/«-¨¨¨
¨¨-«/**@## 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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