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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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