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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. #$\~¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨~~\$*#@@# #@@#*$\~~¨
¨¨¨¨¨~~\*# WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS #*\~~¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨~\$$#@@ SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST @@#$$\~¨¨¨
¨~~\\\*##@ SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. @##*\\\~~¨
¨~~\$*#@@@ @@@#*$\~~¨
¨~~\$*#@@@ I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED @@@#*$\~~¨
¨¨¨~~\**#@ YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. @#**\~~¨¨¨
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