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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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