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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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