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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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