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.¤¤¤.¤...¤ i follow the tire tracks west. they go .¤¤..¤¤.¤.
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¤..¤¤¤.¤¤¤ 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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