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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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