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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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