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&.&.&.&..& I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO &.&.&.&&.&
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&.&.&.&..& 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 &.&.&..&..
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&.&.&.&..& I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED &.&.&.&&.&
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