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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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