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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. .##....#..
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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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...#...... i   think  of   the  jackdaw   i  maimed .#...#.##.
....#.....   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   ..#....###
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