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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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