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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 .#..##..##
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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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.##....###       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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