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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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