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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 .,~†%&##
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###&&%†~,. 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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#&†,,..... YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. .....,,†
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