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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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