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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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