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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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