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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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