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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. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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.       ~^¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨^~^                                          ^~^¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨^~^§ i  think  of   the   jackdaw   i  maimed §^~^¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨^~^§*   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   *§^~^¨¨¨¨¨
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