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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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