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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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