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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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