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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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