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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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