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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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