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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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