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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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