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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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