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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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