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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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