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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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