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¨§§¨¨¨¨¨¨§ 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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