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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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