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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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