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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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