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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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