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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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