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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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