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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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