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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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