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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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