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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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