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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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