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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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