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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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¶¤¤§^«~¨¨¨ 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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