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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. ###@&@*»..
....»»=@@# #@@=»»....
..»=*@&@## 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. ###@@*=»..
..»=*@&&&# #&&&@*=»..
..»=*@&@## 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. ##@&@*=»..
..»=*@&@## ##@&@*=»..
..»=*@&@## ##@&@*=»..
..»=*@&&&@ @&&&@*=»..
..»====@&@ @&@====»..
..»=*@&@## ##@&@*=»..