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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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