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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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