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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. ........@.
....@..@.. .........@
@....@..@. 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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