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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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