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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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