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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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