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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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$§^~.¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨.~^§$
#$§^~.¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨.~^§$#