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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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