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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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