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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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