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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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