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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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