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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. §¨¨§§§§§§§
§§§§§§¨¨§§                                          ¨¨¨¨§§§§§§
§§§§§¨¨¨¨§ 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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