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.&.&&...&. 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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....&..&.& 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 &.....&&&.
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