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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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