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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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