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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. ¨¨¨&¨¨¨¨&&
&&¨¨&¨¨¨¨& ¨¨¨¨&¨¨¨&¨
&&&¨¨&¨¨¨¨ i think of the jackdaw i maimed ¨¨¨¨¨&¨¨¨¨
&¨&&¨¨&¨¨¨ yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. ¨¨¨¨¨¨&¨¨¨
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