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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. &&¨¨¨&&¨¨¨
&&&¨&¨¨&¨& &¨&¨¨&¨&¨¨
&¨¨&&&¨&&& 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. ¨&&&&¨&¨¨&
&&&¨¨¨&¨&& &&¨¨¨&&&¨&
¨¨¨&¨¨&&&¨ I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED ¨¨&¨¨&¨¨&&
&¨¨&&¨&¨¨& YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. &¨&&¨&&¨&¨
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