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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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