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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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