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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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