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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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