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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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