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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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