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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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