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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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