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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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