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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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