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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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