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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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