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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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