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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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..~/**$$¤# EVEN THOUGH THERE'S A FOGGY QUALITY TO #¤$$**/~..
....~/$$¶# THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. #¶$$/~....
..~/*$¤¶## A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD ##¶¤$*/~..
..~/*$¤¶## WHERE THE MACHINES WHO MADE THESE ##¶¤$*/~..
..~/*$¤¶## TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ##¶¤$*/~..
..~/*$¤¶## ##¶¤$*/~..
..~/**$¤¤# WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS #¤¤$**/~..
...~~~/$$¤ SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST ¤$$/~~~...
.....~~*¤¶ SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. ¶¤*~~.....
.....~/*¤# #¤*/~.....
..~/*$$$¤¤ I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED ¤¤$$$*/~..
..~/*$¤¶## YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ##¶¤$*/~..
...~/**$¤¶ ¶¤$**/~...
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..~/***¤¶# #¶¤***/~..
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