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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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