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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. @*%%=-....
.--%*@#@##                                          ##@#@*%--.
.--=%**@@# 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. #*=---....
.--=%*@#@@                                          @@#@*%=--.
.--=%*@#@# we're  off  the  season  when the  birds #@#@*%=--.
......-%%@ sing beautifully. these  days  it's just @%%-......
.--=%*@#@@      screeches, or calls for help.       @@#@*%=--.
.--=%*@###                                          ###@*%=--.
.--=%*@@## i  think  of   the  jackdaw   i   maimed ##@@*%=--.
.--=%*@#@#   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   #@#@*%=--.
.--=%*@#@#                                          #@#@*%=--.
.--=%*@#@#                                          #@#@*%=--.
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.--=%*@#@#                                          #@#@*%=--.