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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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