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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. &¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨&
&&¨&¨¨¨&¨& &¨¨¨¨¨¨¨&&
¨&&&¨¨&&&& 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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