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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. #@§&*==,¨¨
¨¨¨,==*&§@ @§&*==,¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,==*&§ 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. §&*==,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,==*&§@ @§&*==,¨¨¨
¨¨,==*&§@# 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. &*==,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨,==* *==,¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,==*& &*==,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,==*&§ §&*==,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,==*&§@ @§&*==,¨¨¨
¨¨,==*&§@# #@§&*==,¨¨