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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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