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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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