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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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