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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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