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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. &&&¨¨&&&¨¨
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&¨&¨¨¨¨¨&& 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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