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¨¨^»;%¤@## i follow the tire tracks west. they go ##@¤%;»^¨¨
¨¨¨^»;%¤@# parallel with the railroad, with its #@¤%;»^¨¨¨
¨¨^»;%¤@## endless mirrors looking kinda oily. an ##@¤%;»^¨¨
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¨¨^»;%¤@## 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 ##@¤%;»^¨¨
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¨¨^»;%¤@## 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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