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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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