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¤¤¨¨¤¤¤¨¨¤ i follow the tire tracks west. they go ¨¨¤¤¤¤¨¨¨¨
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¤¤¤¤¨¨¨¤¤¤ 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 ¨¨¤¤¨¨¤¤¨¨
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