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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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