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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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