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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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