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$%^«-,,,,,                                          ,,,,,-«^%$
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$%^«-,,,,,                                          ,,,,,-«^%$
&$%^«-,,,,                                          ,,,,-«^%$&
#&$%^«-,,, i follow the  tire tracks west. they  go ,,,-«^%$&#
##&$%^«-,, parallel  with  the  railroad,  with its ,,-«^%$&##
###&$%^«-, endless  mirrors looking kinda  oily. an ,-«^%$&###
##&$%^«-,, incredible power bound there... there's  ,,-«^%$&##
#&$%^«-,,, a  wire fence to separate the two roads. ,,,-«^%$&#
&$%^«-,,,,                                          ,,,,-«^%$&
$%^«-,,,,, even though there's a  foggy  quality to ,,,,,-«^%$
%^«-,,,,,, the air, the path i  follow is  glowing. ,,,,,,-«^%
$%^«-,,,,, a  yellow-green   moss  has  taken  hold ,,,,,-«^%$
&$%^«-,,,, where   the  machines  who  made   these ,,,,-«^%$&
#&$%^«-,,, tracks once disturbed  the clover field. ,,,-«^%$&#
##&$%^«-,,                                          ,,-«^%$&##
###&$%^«-, we're  off  the  season  when the  birds ,-«^%$&###
##&$%^«-,, sing beautifully.  these days  it's just ,,-«^%$&##
#&$%^«-,,,      screeches, or calls for help.       ,,,-«^%$&#
&$%^«-,,,,                                          ,,,,-«^%$&
$%^«-,,,,, i  think   of   the  jackdaw   i  maimed ,,,,,-«^%$
%^«-,,,,,,   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   ,,,,,,-«^%
$%^«-,,,,,                                          ,,,,,-«^%$
&$%^«-,,,,                                          ,,,,-«^%$&
#&$%^«-,,,                                          ,,,-«^%$&#
##&$%^«-,,                                          ,,-«^%$&##
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