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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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