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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.       @¨@¨¨¨¨@¨@
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@¨@@¨¨¨@@¨ I   THINK  OF  THE   JACKDAW   I  MAIMED @¨¨¨@¨¨@¨¨
@@@¨@¨¨@¨@   YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE.   @@¨¨@@¨@@¨
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