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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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