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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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