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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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