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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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