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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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