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.&.&&..... 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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