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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. &&¨¨&&&¨&¨
¨&&&&¨¨&¨& ¨&¨&¨¨&&&¨
&¨¨¨&¨&&&¨ I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED &&&&¨&¨¨&¨
&¨¨&&&¨¨&& YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ¨¨¨&&&¨&&&
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