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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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