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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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