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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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