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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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