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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. @#§%†~~¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨~~†%§#                                          #§%†~~¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨~~†%§ we're  off  the  season  when the  birds §%†~~¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨~~†% sing beautifully. these  days it's  just %†~~¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~~†       screeches, or calls for help.      †~~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨~~†%                                          %†~~¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨~~†%§ i   think  of  the   jackdaw   i  maimed §%†~~¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨~~†%§#   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   #§%†~~¨¨¨¨
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