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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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