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«^........ I FOLLOW THE TIRE  TRACKS WEST.  THEY GO ........^«
*«^....... PARALLEL  WITH  THE RAILROAD,  WITH  ITS .......^«*
†*«^...... ENDLESS  MIRRORS LOOKING  KINDA OILY. AN ......^«*†
$†*«^..... INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S  .....^«*†$
@$†*«^.... A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE  TWO ROADS. ....^«*†$@
£@$†*«^...                                          ...^«*†$@£
#£@$†*«^.. EVEN  THOUGH THERE'S A  FOGGY QUALITY TO ..^«*†$@£#
##£@$†*«^. THE AIR, THE PATH  I FOLLOW IS  GLOWING. .^«*†$@£##
#£@$†*«^.. A  YELLOW-GREEN   MOSS  HAS  TAKEN  HOLD ..^«*†$@£#
£@$†*«^... WHERE   THE  MACHINES  WHO  MADE   THESE ...^«*†$@£
@$†*«^.... TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER  FIELD. ....^«*†$@
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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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