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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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