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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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