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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. ¨&¨&¨¨¨&&&
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&&&¨¨&¨¨¨¨ i think of the jackdaw i maimed ¨¨¨&¨&&¨&¨
¨¨&¨&&¨¨¨& yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. ¨¨&&&¨&&&&
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