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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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