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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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