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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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