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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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