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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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