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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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