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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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