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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.       #@#&&=^-,,
,,-^=&&#@#                                          #@#&&=^-,,
,,,,,,-==& i   think  of  the  jackdaw   i   maimed &==-,,,,,,
,,-^=&&###   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   ###&&=^-,,
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