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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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