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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. §$*=«.....
....«=*$§#                                          #§$*=«....
...«=*$§## 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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