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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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