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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  ##,,######
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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 ,,,##,,###
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,,,##,,###   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   ##,,#####,
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