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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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