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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. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨:=\
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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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