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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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