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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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