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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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