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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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