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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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