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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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