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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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