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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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@@@.@@@@.@ 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 ...@.@....
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@@@......@ i think of the jackdaw i maimed .@.@.@..@.
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