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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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