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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 .&.&..&.&.
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