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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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