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#&**»^.... ....^»**&#
#@&&@*†»^. .^»†*@&&@#
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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. .......»*&
&@*†^..... .....^†*@&
@@@†»..... WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS .....»†@@@
##@&@*†»^. SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST .^»†*@&@##
&*»»^..... SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. .....^»»*&
&@@†»^.... ....^»†@@&
@@@**††»^. I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED .^»††**@@@
&@@†^..... YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. .....^†@@&
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