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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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