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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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&&&¨¨¨¨¨¨& THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨&&&
&&¨¨&&&&¨¨ A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD &&&&&&¨¨&&
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¨¨&&¨¨¨¨&& 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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