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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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