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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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¨¨~«†§§&@# 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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