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...#.##... i follow the tire tracks  west.  they go ..###..##.
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.#..###.#. 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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.##.....##   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   ##.#.#..##
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