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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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