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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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