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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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