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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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