.-~*=*@###                                          ###@*=*~-.
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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. ###@*=*~-.
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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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