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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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