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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.       ¨¨¨¨¨¨.«\^
$^\«.¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨.«\^$
@$^\«.¨¨¨¨ i   think  of   the  jackdaw   i  maimed ¨¨¨¨.«\^$@
#@$^\«.¨¨¨   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   ¨¨¨.«\^$@#
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