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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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